[ MP ] Write something that goes with this soundtrack .

I look up and I see smoke. It curls together and it's almost dancing. It spreads on the twilight horizon and creates a different world. Valleys of shadows and heavens just within reach sing songs of wind chimes to my ears- hungry, thirsty, out of place and so addictive. 
 
 I sit and watch the silvery tendrils until I feel fluid and fearless as the path they trace in the air. I breathe in deeply, thinking maybe if I can suck the smoke out of the air then I can suck the magic out of the smoke and I too will be steamy, silky, transcendent. 
 
 My body feels less like skeletal limbs and instead it's the billions of atoms that make up the frame. This frame that contains my heart- my soul- MY smoke. I will the atoms to push up onto higher ground and then I'm leaning forward until footing is lost and my sanity floats up, up, up to mingle with the steam. As I twist and pull and break and connect I am the noise and the dissonance and the beauty and the regret. I'm hurling towards oblivion faster than I've ever been before- only it is n't me, smoke will never hit the floor! 
 
 I open my eyes and stare now at the glowing end of the cancer stick. I bring it to the concrete next to me and all vividity has ceased. My skeleton flees back for the abstract idea of a home I am in front of as I wonder- at what price does divinity come?
