Cigarettes taste awful

Cigarettes Taste Awful Ch. 1 "Please don't touch the art!" Things have lost their flavor—like bland bread and coffee in the morning. "I said, keep your hands off the paintings!" I shouted, as coffee, insomnia, or maybe depression consumes my nights. "The younger generations today are really something else! So stressful with their stubbornness and endless mischief!" They ask me if I'm doing okay, or if I might just die from being too thin and not having proper meals. Well, my weight is 49 kilograms, and I’m only 5'2". That’s not so bad, right? Or should I say, it’s underweight, but it doesn’t really matter. "Hello!" someone greeted me, approaching with a finger pointed at the paintings. "Can I take a look?" I nodded and smiled. She seemed like someone trustworthy as she walked toward my paintings and began reading the stories behind them. Only people who can appreciate the beauty of art are the people who once become an artist. Some might find it boring because it's just a splash of paint in the white hemp that makes it an art. Because for them a circle calls it an circle but never the start of an true beauty of art. "That's pretty," She said and nodded. "My brother will take a photo of your art if he's here," She take her phone out of her pocket and open it. "I usually turn my phone off so my peace won't disturb but I guess this one is an exception." Smile and began to capture every art I displayed. I smile and let a big sigh, "I wish everyone understands how much of effort I put in my works," I whisper. "I do, fortunately- I'm type of person who sees at everyone's effort" She said and point one of my paintings, "This one is pretty enough to caught my attention, I like this." I've never been so happy my whole life, "-I see the same emotions at your eyes and your paintings, your mouth works lies while your eyes telling the truth." She stand up from half-bending by reading the story on the post. "Delicate weather on October." Mutter and smile. I cross my arms and bend my head to the right, "Yeah, I never realize that." The only thing I say, I put my hands down and move forward toward her to stand besides her. My eyes met the eyes of the lady I painted, "Maybe I am." I said, "I'm Candace," My eyes can't take my eyes off the painting. "I'm Amethyst," the last thing I hear about her, we both stand in the same painting I've painted but never spoke again, the time passed and I didn't know that she left. She left me standing alone at the exhibition. "Yeah, I am." I said and walk away. That same night, and the rest of my 5 days rest. I had art block. I keep trying but I end up covering the dot with the white paint. I lay down at my bed and look at the ceiling, "I never felt so lost in the long time" I said and looking at the ceiling fan running at circle. I sit down and open my window as I took the ashtray with the cigarettes on it. I light the cigarettes and starts smoking. At the window, I can see people walking their dogs before night. "Oh, it's already this late." I said and lean my head on the window. The sunset's starting to fade and the people starts going home. I focused on my art block and not knowing the day passed. "Keep an eye on me, My dear Creator." I look at the sky and not realizing the tears coming from my right eye. "I don't know what's hurting me," my hair waves at the air passes and my I never heard my self crying and comes to my realization that I cried without a sound. "Maybe, I'm not enough." The window is open and the cigarette fell out of the window, for the first I sleep early. It's only 6PM but my body is tired that I sleep in the open window. I wake up at 12NN and I see my ashtray broke. "I must bump into it," I stretch my arms and let a big yawn. I look at my canvas and smile, "I need an inspiration" I walk to the bathroom and brush my teeth, after that I found something to eat but all of my food is an ingredient and went ouside wearing my jacket and carrying my wallet, left my phone at home. I went to the nearest mall and buy a new ashtray and went after the store for the brunch. Brunch stand for Breakfast-Lunch. For my morning food, I buy some noodles and a soft drinks. Now that I'm full, I went to the church to pray. Church is the only thing that inspire me, despite of all the challenges I face in life I never forgot to pray and thank My dear Creator for the day and to the passed day. I face different obstacle in life that I never thought any of that being unalived. After I pray, I go for the walk. This is my life, not until someone called and waves her hand out of their car. "Candace!"