To speak as if one weren’t speaking. There, late in the nights cool embrace. To talk as if one were not talking; that is the nights cool embrace. Silent sadness. A quiet yearning. To pack up ones baggage and come home. To play the game and to grow quiet and bored of such things. To sleep forever in a fit of disinterest. To occupy oneself with the misnomers of life, and how do they exactly change? Fine. So be it. Harden my heart. Cast off all hope. To drift away silently. To think about things in a hopefully more serene place. To return home amongst the neurons.