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In this city…there are no people. The lights are on in all the houses. But there’s nobody on the streets. Are there people inside? I peek in a window to find out. There are people. But they are with them. I look in other houses. These people are with them, too. This city is just like all the rest. Being with them is fun. More fun than being with people. Nobody comes outside anymore. There are no people in this city. I will leave this city and go to another one. I hope that I will meet someone. Someone just for me. But if that special someone falls in love with me … I will have to leave that someone. Even so, I want to meet that special someone. This is what I think as I leave the city with no people. Just as I feared … there’s no one here either. Everyone is inside with them. Being with them is like living a beautiful dream. A beautiful dream that no one wants to wake up from. They will grant your deepest wishes. The will do whatever you ask. They will be whatever you want. They can do things that you cannot. But … there is one thing … they cannot do. They can never become people. They might look like people, but they are only substitutes. I know this very well because I am one of them. Today I look for someone just for me. Someone who will love me even if I can’t fulfill their wishes. Someone who has love for me alone. But … there is another me. The other me asks “Does such a person exist?” I need … someone whose love for me is true. I want … someone who loves me without asking anything in exchange. I hope … unless that someone loves me for being me … they’re not someone for me. Is this so? “It is.” This someone exists? “He does.” If so … then where? MY someone is nearby, I think. Perhaps I already know him. “But… what happens if that person does not love you back? What if that person likes someone … other than you? People aren’t like them. You can’t erase their feelings. People aren’t easy to change.” I know. But people do change. Their feelings are dynamic. “Feelings of love are more resistant than others. What if he never loves you?” Then I’ll have to decide. Decide … and then do what must be done. Me and the other Me. They … can do anything. They are super-people made by people. They can be prettier than the real thing. They can be smarter than the real thing. They can be whatever people want them to be. Whatever people can dream of. When the people saw their creation, they thought their dreams had come true. But then … people forgot their dream. And in time, they invited people to share a new dream … … a dream they can’t wake up from. But is that the dream that people want? Is this what happiness is? They … were created to make people happy. But … are people truly happy with them? Is this city with no people truly happy? I don’t know. Because … Happiness depends on the individual. All people are different. No two are the same. What makes one person happy … might make another sad. People’s souls come in all shapes and sizes. And as time goes on and a person grows, their soul can change. Their hopes and dreams can change. That’s why … there isn’t just one type of happiness. Then … there must be a way that I can be happy, too? This is what we all want, isn’t it? To find the person just for you, to find your own happiness. … that would be wonderful, wouldn’t it? One day I went to a new city. They are in this city, too. There is no place without them anymore. The people are with them. There as many of them as there are people. But … there is only one person just for me. … and I still have not found him. You are a person, aren’t you? What was that? I should do what with my hand? Hold it out? Where are you taking me? Is this your house? Why did you bring me here? Are you … are you … the person just for me? You might be … but … perhaps this person only brought me here … … because I am one of them. Maybe he’s just like everyone else. Maybe he just wants me to grant his wishes. I’m not like the rest of them. There is one wish I cannot grant. For if I were to grant that wish, I would … … have to say goodbye forever to the someone just for me. Many days have passed since you … … brought me to this place. You still go outside, even when you have me. You experience many things outside. And then you come home and tell me about them. Sometimes you even take me outside. Even though I’m one of them. You tell me I can do whatever I want with my wishes, as if we were equals. Little by little, the time with you and me pauses. Little by little, this space becomes yours and mine. Little by little, the distance is moving. Yours and my distance. But has the distance between us gotten smaller? Or has it grown bigger? I don’t know. I do know that I want it to be smaller. But then the same thing would happen again. “It won’t be the same. This person isn’t that person. It’s someone else. People are all different. Even if people look the same … … they’re all a little bit different. No two hearts are exactly the same. That’s why the same thing won’t happen.” Then is that person the ‘someone just for me’? I don’t know. But … I’m starting to hope he is. In this place that this person brought me to … Little by little … … little by little … … I’m beginning to hope that … … I can start finding happiness. But … someone will come to stop it. Someone will come to prevent me from finding the someone just for me. And … that person will take care of me. But it’s not because I am me. That person is kind. To all people and all of them … … he is kind. Right That person is kind … … and probably not just towards me. But even if that person is kind to all, his kindness should be a little different each time. He can’t be kind in the same way to everyone … … because that person is a person. That’s right. A person’s heart can’t stay the same forever. A person’s heart changes a little bit everyday … … because that is their nature. It can be different. It doesn’t always have to be the same. If he … finds me in the things that make me special. If he likes me because I am me. If that person … … takes the time to find what makes me different from the others. If he likes me because I am me … … if that happens … … we may be able to become something a little different from before. I may not have to lose what’s important to me … … like last time. What’s most important … … what’s most important to them and to people … … is something precious … something you cannot lose. The proof that I am who I am … … the special proof. That proof will tell me who my someone is. That special, special … … “someone just for me.”

A City with No People (via animcrpt)

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