“You know why people smoke?” he says, walking in front of me. I shrug again and shake my head. I stuff the cigarette between my two fingers. “Nope. Not really.” “Grief.” He taps on his chest. “Grief is stored in the lungs. People smoke when way deep down in here, they’re sad. Grief and sadness directly affect the lungs. If we are unable to express these emotions or are being overwhelmed by them, it will weaken the lungs and compromise their main function: respiration.”
