Lead the seperation

Little noises that twitter and ring in my ear, make me look at the lining that seperates the filter on own my cigarette and the white cigarette paper stuffed with tobacco, it will soon burn out and will be tipped off with one slight gesture of my fingers, maybe blown away by the wind and finally be mixed with the sands of time.

The filter (butt) however would remain with all the stain it stopped from entering my char filled lungs and be kicked and rolled around, there is a seperation that made this to be. Even while i was carried on this thought, the car tyres screeched and had to stop as the color ahead of me turned to RED, another car just passed and again there was a degree of seperation that I saw, which stopped me to pass ahead. Again it was for some good.

After that all that I looked at had a seperation it had. Some for measurement, rules, safety. One day I think it will be torned apart and we all will be able to swish past wihtout the S-E-P-E-R-A-T-I-O-N