[Venomous Vixen]

There is a stale smell coming from the ashtray, it lingers, half smoked butts and a half empty shell. The smoke still rises of its own accord, dancing against the dingy walls, dancing against the burning corners of my mind. I could just empty it, be thoughtless and free with a clean ashtray and the smell of spring. I could just dump the half smoked carton, so easily dismiss life in the bottom of the trash. But I let it linger, half smoked and half full, waiting for my stale thoughts to finally burn out.

[Lubesh]

Put like that it sounds easy....also half attempts as with life also invlauable metaphor and a ncie ponder.

[Bluejay]

Wonderful little piece! I especially liked the connection between that burning in the ashtray and tthoughts, stale and burning out, in the mind. And the join between dumping the ashtray and becoming thoughtless. Nicely done.

[Venomous Vixen]

Thank you both!

[RENA HANDS]

It’s short and very simple. Still, it’s not. Ur words have not only delivered extremely powerful imagery, but u have illustrated potent metaphors concerning life and how one lives in it. Or at least this is what I got of ur writing. (Many apologies if I’m wrong or way off the point of ur original intent.) I’ll give a rating 5 of 5.