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K E Y F R A M E
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key·frame (n.) : a moment that seemed innocuous at the time but ended up marking a diversion into a strange new era of your life — set in motion not by a series of jolting epiphanies but by tiny imperceptible differences between one ordinary day and the next, until entire years of your memory can be compressed into a handful of indelible images — which prevents you from rewinding the past, but allows you to move forward without endless buffering.
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when i look above
i saw the gleaming night sky
it's beautiful and it keeps me sane
from this wounded existence
the night drives and city lights
the mysterious moon
and the infinite stars
it's all i ever have now
tracing patterns of the constellations
only then i realized
i am my own stars and planets
miles away, lost from the sun
when all made sense
i'll just sing on the bridge
like a mermaid waiting for the day
she'll have human feet
just to love an exquisite boy
why oh why?
why it is always about
that certain boy?
not knowing why
all i've thought and sang
was only just because
never it was you, never an us
a broken symphony
the dazzling city lights
a lonely moonlight
until it's all the light there ever was
and when i glanced upward,
at the galaxies and stars
i will always ask
what is there left to live on this earth?
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YOU ARE READING
Fragmented
Poetry"Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces."
