*.&.* there is seven and a half billion people breathing on this planet, all consequently different, indifferent, curious, sadistic;- wild. I have known a murderer, a narcissist, a vagabond, a scholar, a chef, an actor, a welfare bludger, family, enemies, friends… The whole label list in every colour and let me tell you this, you are as they, not replaceable. Albeit maybe not the entire journey, you are a path, technicolour and extraordinary for you are not a replica, one in seven and a half billion. One can never replace you, friend or enemy, either a distant memory or the largest nostalgia ever experienced, you are a memory, and if we could honestly replace those, there might just be a little less heartbreak. But without heartbreak, I’m sure I wouldn’t be me, and you;- you wouldn’t be one of the best people in this heartbreak filled blip of a lifetime. I could hate you with the power of a thousand suns, and you still couldn’t be replaced. You are a lesson, to many… to every soul you’ve ever conversed with. Never replaceable, just swept away into a new and utterly terrifying journey. And you better believe I'll scream that to the night, as oblivion stands before us in awe.