Situating your life is harder than your parents told. I’d they told you anything at all. Bastards, life not your parents.
Cold embrace of the hooded figure always at your side, is the option best looking when emptiness surrounds you. What a crock of shit!
Beneath the vast array of foul putrid ordors of the city, a subtle sweet smell penetrates my senses and places a tender embrace upon my heart depositing a smile and peace where there was only emptiness.