Page 7: Stationary
every single day, one of your beloved leaves you, and the next one comes, and it goes on and on for infinitely consecutive turns until no other person is left.
that's admittedly kind of melancholic, but eventually you'll find yourself becoming apathetic.
i mean, everyone leaves at some point, right? we humans are such boisterous creatures, lacking the ability to remain stationary in one place, often wanting to venture to other areas to experience something new.
the world's too broad to not be explored. matched with our huge curiosity, we often tend to be lured towards these earthly wonders lurking at every nook and cranny in order to have our curiosity sated.
we're too curious to keep on discovering and finding, that we don't even bother to stay still in one place an learn and grow.
and to be honest, it's kind of pathetic, really.
but, leaving all of these aside, i've got a favour to ask of you.
please don't be like they are.
"Please just stay."
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