The Portrait and the Content Smoker

A misty force in my lungs calms me,
Perhaps too much
For I cannot do much else
Except smoke.
It fills me with tranquility,
and allows me to focus
on the things in life
that are free.

Life comes out to greet me.
Life sits down and paints a self-portrait
of itself right in front of me.
I do not have to see it but I
Look anyways, and its beauty
Strikes me but I am not hurt.
I am filled.