Why All Stories And Everything Else I Write Start With A Question? Is It My Curiosity Or Lack Of Talent In Me?

I Don’t Know And I Don’t Really Want To Know, It Was All Good I Had A Family, Friends And A Good Life Too But Nothing Lasts Forever And I Lost Everything Too My Family My Friends My Good Life And I Cried A Lot And Needed Someone To Come And Wipe Those Tears Of Mine And Needed A Shoulder To Lay On And Cry On, I Never Wished For An Empire To Rule, I Just Wanted Someone To Stay By My Side And Be With Me Till My Last Day, Was This All Too Much To Ask For?

I Prayed, I Cried, I Tried To End This Miserable Life, But Failed To Get Attention, Attraction And Affection And In The End I Got A Packet Of Cigarettes, No Man, No Woman, No Family, No Friends Only Cigarettes And Those Death-sticks Or Cancer-sticks Changed My Entire Life, I Still Remember When The First Time I Lighted A Cigarette And Put It Between My Lips, I Never Had A Girlfriend And Never Experienced A Kiss Before But It Was Like I Got My First Kiss And The Smoke I Was Inhaling Felt Good Like When We Kiss, We Share Breath Warm Hot...