The promise of the light smoke por Oly

I sat by the window with my broken heart bleeding (and a cup of strong coffee). The music - moving and blue - shaked the bleeding pieces of my heart inside of me and - unavoidable - I bit the pillow while my tears salted coffee.

The desire to see you
It's fooling me
In this lonely street,
Where it's closed night,
But the only place it's raining
Is in my eyes.

I don't know how much time has passed, but the single thing I can see is the light smoke ascending from the cup of coffee to the roof and get lost into the world of memories, where everything is beautiful and malleable.