Sometimes the time is the key, sometimes it's the silent killer.
Sailing through streets in the dark because today you don't want to break the law...
Feeling the cold bite in your fingertips with eager appetite for warm flesh. It has grown hungry, it has been denied the warm feast for months and now it's fighting for every bite it gets.
The Balsam warmed flesh seems like its only catch tonight!
The fresh air keeps lungs aired till the moment you realise that it's time to turn your sails and head back...wandering around with no purpose will only attract trouble.
The moment you thought of it, you almost get run over by a car. Near miss. You should feel lucky, but unfortunately you wish it was quicker and had caught up with you...
