And this one was awake. After gorging on snack foods and unsavory at best, he did sit in his room and contemplate the rest.
With cider in hand and belly full of noms, this one did sit back and contemplate the night's passing. No present was made, none more were said sent, yet he was optimistic and that's hopeful in all respects.
He's waiting for something more, a kiss or a touch. From one who would have him, here; now; a must. A trip by the car, from one local to another, forward, backwards and to aside. 'Tis YOU! He's after. And so yes as this one was, he sits at his desk. Ponder ponder ponder, much like the rest.
The words that leave him may seem maddening to most. But if you closed and realized, they've wisdom all the rest. No refill he says with a mild sigh to be had. "No mention of such folly!" was to be said to the rest.
This day gone past, but memory anew. Each beacon a sign. Today's adieu.
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