Evening walk thoughts

The darkness that comes with the absence of the sun restrict my vision. And in my mind, I am floating in an ocean of melancholy.

People, one in themselves yet all connected to one thought, walk around the neighborhood. And I think of how I am one dot in a painting of humanity. And so, i shall always be. Yet I shall never be them. And they shall never be me.

The streetlights lead my way as stars would. Life changes, yet has its way of staying the same. We replace and we develop. Human life is nothing but imitations of a former way of living.