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Some stuff I thought of while burning candles during chinese new year
Saturday, February 1, 2014 || 11:56 PM
I really like smoke. Not the act of smoking, but smoke. Smoke from candles burning, from joss sticks burning, from cigarettes burning, from anything burning. I wonder if anyone smokes cigarettes because they like the feeling of smoke wafting out their mouths, their noses - watching smoke as it curls into the air and surrounds them, making them smell of it, that salty smell smoke always smells like. I hope you can understand this - because not many people do - but I think smoke looks like performance art sometimes. The way it wafts into the air, twirling and dancing around the winds. The way it moves reminds me of a dance, or of a paintbrush lightly brushing on a canvas. It looks so graceful (a bit like ballet, actually). Smoke is so wispy, and I've always loved all things wispy - feathers, clouds, the fur of an animal. When I think "wispy" I think "light" and "soft", and the idea that something like smoke can be so light it dances in the air that it disappears - it makes me want to be the same way. I hope when I die, I get cremated, so that I can dance around the winds and twirl and be beautiful and look like art and be light and feathery and free. Then I'll be gone.
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