"i wrote with smoke in the margins of my life knowing that the future and the past are all one and that the moment NOW is all we ever have looking for lovers on the blink rims of our lives writing with smoke on the ceilings of our lives"
excerpt from "smoke", by erica jong.
disclaimer: i am NOT advocating smoking here. the model on the photos is my husband, and since we started dating i've been trying to make him quit smoking. but since he still does, i thought i should portray the beauty in it (yes, there is beauty in it, i'm not an hypocrite) before he finally does quit.