Dabbed out of my mind, 2 hours into a double dose of ambien, I look back on my days and realize the fleeting moment that is life has passed me by, and I am rapidly heading towards the fall of my life with no harvest to speak of, for although I have spread my seed, I have failed to put down roots. I am but a rotten fruit fallen from a tree that has since passed, fermenting into a bitter wine, with not but a small window to become a fine brandy. As I take my leave, to do the nightly system backup, I leave you with just the hollow corridors, inhabited only by the ghost of a madman stuck in an asylum long forgotten.
~Au revoi