Returning to an object of desire gives that romantic feeling you had once thought was the only thing to do. Sitting staring at the blank wall when you have realised the object to possibly be somewhat a false idol makes you wonder about the right or left fork in the road which may have been taken. The choice is made and you're left watching re-runs of movie's and the current disposition that the possible horizon could be optermistic. The laughter has subsided and the random conversation is now a blur of last night. The seat could be more comfortable and the bed more alluring however the outlook of this eve and tomorrow's endeavours has that sense of fruitfulness. Addiction on the table alongside change from your pocket. Thoughts colliding with the long list of inevitables and choices. The journey is beginning.