I think I will be going now. It was fun. Thank you, everyone.

Thanks again.

Love and no love.

If only it was that simple.

Because change is the only constant.

Dedication to a Dying Cause

Perhaps I will stop writing,

In the tomorrow yet to come,

In the days yet to come,

In the months yet to come,

In the years yet to come.

But not today.

Not today.

And how fast and unexpected,

That the tomorrow yet to come arrived so soon,

That the days yet to come arrived so soon,

That the weeks yet to come arrived so soon,

That the months yet to come arrived so soon,

That the years yet to come arrived so soon.

That they became today.

They became today.