Daniel Fernandez

Embers of the past: A journey through smoke

Before i start to tell you this story, i will tell you that this boy keeps doing it, so please, enjoy. The first time I let tendrils of a smoke dance between my fingers, I was 19(and a broken heart), fresh-faced little boy and eager to explore the world beyond the confines of my small town. It was the year I bid farewell to my first love, Sarah. Our breakup shattered me in ways I couldn't comprehend at the time. I sought solace in the haze of cigarettes, thinking the wisps of smoke would somehow obscure the pain.