It's that time again as the two hours the past midnight fades away, the boy tired from the troubles of his day begins to reminisce the events of the daylight hours.
“Today was good”
Slowly drifting from the wake hours, he holds his heart up high quietly receiving the goodness that the clever mind crafts. Hopes and aspirations sprawl while imagination runs wild, as he pose’s to his heart an inspiration in the uncontrollable events of headspace at night. With his head bowed he converses the articulation of his mind.
“Let me find the joy of being and having with adventure and mystery, to know and be sure of self with purpose, to understand and be reassured of the tasks.”
The boy pauses as the thought of her grows within the forest of complexities of his own understandings. To falter at this point would only break his own heart. Quickly he begins to idealise these thoughts.
“Will the search be over tonight?”
Unsure as the unknown is sought, the boy holds onto the excitement of finally knowing. Comforted by the warmth of climactic thoughts, the eyes fall and the walls of consciousness plunge to the ground.
“Amen”
Sleep well, my friend sleep well.
“Good night” – Consciousness
Peter.
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