Even though one knows that something will only be temporary, why do we still let ourselves be embraced by the word "care"? Why do we get so attached to the matter despite knowing the fact that soon it will all fade away? The only answer I get is that we find the time we spent then to be more important than the broken feeling we get afterwards. After all, only good feelings will give you the necessary instruments to get attached. There's always hope though... Even if it is an airhead's hope. No matter how big of an occasion it is, just a mere thought of it makes you thrilled and raises the chills up your spine. Be it a sight of the building, a dream, or just seeing someone familiar from years back that you have a history with sitting in the bus. Following a satanistic philosophy, one should brace oneself not to feel anything towards anything. But then what is life? If there's no dreams, no love, no hope, no compassion, no empathy, no absolutely nothing to live for why should we even be alive? No matter the pain and fear that will come, the moment that is NOW comes only once. So why not enjoy it when it's still possible, and then feel the sad feeling when the time for it comes? It's all in harmony, after all... No good without bad, no shadow without a light. Had hell of a fun time, and right now this fool can hope nothing but finding his place back there someday, even for a brief moment.