happinesslast night was, in its way.
a small memory of its own.
but we're not done yet.
people's feelings may be dynamic but.
we won't forget.
and we don't want to forget.
i've been reading a lot of profound material recently.
it's pretty amazing how people's minds can come up with such things.
such is the work of art.
and such is why we still don't know how our own minds function.
yet there are still people who cannot love themselves for who they are.
the human mind is such a mystery.
but this profound material keeps me thinking.
and someday i will change along with wherever i want to go.
like how other people change for each other.
it is inevitable, and the me from the past will be but a written entry in this lonely corner.
but in the end, the majority will decide.
and i will sit and wait.
in this city.
there are no people.
only me.
but as i walk along the empty road.
i will see them.
and they will walk along with me.
and so will she.
the someone just for me.