Chasing shadows.

Stop chasing shadows. Me and you. It's time to move on. Deja vu system abolished.

Bottoms up.

One. Two. Three. Bubbles by bubbles. They popped. Then another. Followed by another. Into nothingness. Like me. Like you. And you. Perhaps there's never us to begin with? Perhaps.

Infinity.

Things always seem to be infinite when you dislike them. Infinite numbers of beggars, sadness, wars, goodbyes. Infinite. When will my happiness finally be infinite? Someday, everything will converge. Someday.