A Point To Every Encounter

I'm okay with blending in. I've never cared much about popularity, or sticking out from the rest. I'm fine with being forgettable. I'm there. I exist. That's more than some people can say. But even the ones who are no longer here have left their impact. After all, there's a point to every encounter. I'm just not sure how memorable my encounter would be. I know I'm not flashy or colorful. A peach-hued island rests upon a sea of navy blue wool, candy-corn horns curling out from beneath its waves. Maybe I'm a bit pretentious, a bit silly. But I keep on hoping I'll find a friend one day. I've got to keep on hoping, because it's the only thing I've got. I might not care what the world thinks, but sometimes a little town's opinion means more than a planet's. And I want to hear them all. After all, There's a point to every encounter. (Another animal crossing poem that I wrote for youtube, this one is about Eunice the sheep.)