But I won’t.
I could speak to you of egos and eccentricities
But I won’t.
I could speak to you of the endless hours of an endless day
But I won’t.
I could speak of 100 clinks, from 100 glasses, at 100 tables
I could speak of meats, cheeses, and a seemingly endless array of sweets to delight the masses
But I won’t.
Instead, I will speak to you of a single quiet moment.
A moment of rest, amongst well orchestrated chaos.
I found myself wandering.
Some can make a fortune, secure a career, and live a dream at a party like this.
Some can.
I found myself wandering.
The building isn’t usually this dark. It’s like seeing it for the first time all over again. I almost forget what it looks like in the light.
I wander higher.
And higher still.
I sit on the bench I’ve sat before. I almost forget what it looks like in the light.
I sit, and I am quiet.
The endless hours of an endless day.
I am exhausted.
Egos and eccentricities.
I am at peace.
100 clinks, from 100 glasses, at 100 tables.
I am happy.
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I was wondering why I didn't see you at the thing last night. I was there, wandering through the party clinking my glass looking for you, but now I realize that was the wrong tack.
And then I got distracted by the aforementioned endless array of desserts, of course.
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