they spoke of a future full of hopefuls and maybes their voices are soft in awe pitched and fast with frequent pauses inventing what could be laughing like it can never happen laughing like its nothing serious laughing like they havenβt dreamt every night of this and that to admit is like admitting a guilty little secret
I overheard a couple of friends talking. Even from where I was sitting, facing away from them, I could taste the bitter-sweetness in their words, hidden behind the bravado of humour.