A toastA toast, he shouted.A toast, to the diminishing light at the end, but to the words that has been said, and might have been said. A toast to the circumstances that defy, and to the world most interesting moments. A toast to stoning. A toast to just chilling. A toast to walking around aimlessly. A toast to things that might have happened. A toast to learning something. A toast to good luck. A toast to the singularity that broke into two and disappeared, like how tiny stars disappeared under the slow moving cover of night clouds in the yellow sky. A toast to the grass that sting on the feet, but makes for excellent erm..cushioning? A toast to the various things left unsaid, and said even, and regrets aplenty, but never not knowing the moments. A toast to the things that will happen, and the hope that still remains. A toast to that receding anger, that it disappears once reality sinks in. A toast to the millions of tears that was fallen not in situ. A toast to the purity that had happened, and the cruel fate. A toast to luck, and the speed that it occurred. A toast, to just the silence that appeared in the space that had used to been filled. A toast to blank screens, and hidden identities. A toast to huge expanses of space and ride. A toast to hours well spent. A toast to regrets, and the non-regrets. A toast, just a toast to you. A toast, he shouted. A toast to you. Justin ranted at 6:23:00 am on the |