One Final Chant Dans La Nuit

I know it's shameless and rather self-inflating but I really liked this comment I just posted on Ally's Blog.

I thought I ought to seal it into my digital annals as well.

"Incongruous.

It's so final and ultimate.
And yet it seems like the most aimless insurmountable thing.

I have been as improperly signified.
I have walked in such perplexity.
And I have been left standing in the midst of utter loneliness.
And yet I still have my crisp, black peacoat.

The one simple treasure of being alone is scoffing in the face of the cold and biting wind.
Why? Because you're dressed warmly in the knowledge of friendship.
And it just so happens that ours looks particularly smashing on you.

Love you."