Lights swirl.

Scribbling down the notes along the static glow of the television with the headphones on,
completely oblivious to the world except for the one within the books opened around him.

he checks the phone for a message from a loved one but it stays silent,
nothing pronounced to him that he is more alone than ever at that moment.
nothing but him and work.

" Tears stream down your face for tonight, but the lights will still guide you home and ignite you. "

spark.

the swirl of the caffeine turns silently within the cup as he ponders quietly.

the trees whispers incessantly across their canopy, keeping him sleepy despite the coffee.

Pen twirls across the sheets filled with calculations, but all he's thinking about is just the trip home.

just another sixteen days.

" Just sixteen days. "

he sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair one last time before getting back to the work.

all work no play makes jack a dull boy.

but the work gets him home.

no play then.