That was other thing i hated about kids; they always said th exact things that deep dpwn you already knew, would never admit, and most certainly never wanted to hear.

Hundreds of butts in piles on the ground to mark the spot, their lives sucked out of them by their users in panicked distressed frenzy, their souls floating around the insides of lungs while their outsides were dropped, stamped on and deserted

To mention it was to ask a favor and that as you were too generous, and as for her to ask was always to have, she wouldn't

what a luxury it was for people to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted

It's funny how people mark their lives, the benchmarks they choose to decide when the moment is more of a moment than any other. For life is made of them. I like to think the best ones of all are in my mind, that they run through my blood in their own memory bank for no one else but me to see.

Often when we realize how precious those seconds are, it's too late for them to be captured because the moment has passed. We realize too late.

Always a chancer, always lucky, he'd fall into a river and come out dry, with fish in his pockets.