Biotroll

Catching Smoke I try to grab smoke. Is that crazy? I know it's there, I can see it, I can feel it. But I reach out again, and it evades the recesses of my fingertips. Maybe I am crazy. But I see it there, so close. Teasing my sweaty palms. I swivel my unblinking eye to face a mist of smoke. It's so near, but yet out of my reach. I hold out my hand blandly, Maybe it will come to me. No, it never does. I walk towards the smoke, It makes a path for me as I slice through its mist. Always evading me. Always there to remind me of what I could have. But don't. Curiosity and a sense of playful pride sends me back. I need this. I