We laughed together, despite being lost again, with our shitty phones making us walk around in circles. You talked about anything and everything to keep the conversation going. To think that a crane would be our savior, in times where modern technology failed us.
Sweatshirt for a jumper, and all is fair and square. Are those the only mementos we have?
"Do you remember?" A sweet voice whispers. Sweat is dripping, or is it something else?
"Is every interaction worth something?" You pondered. "Or does it take too many pieces from you?"
A car passed by, barely missing us on the small road. Ahead, we saw the familiar cobblestones and buildings that we had grown used to.
We were young and immortal, we would never succumb to death, we promised. And then we ran, raced each other.
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PoetryEverything is in shambles, but that's just how it is with nonsense writings. It contains (very) short stories, poetry, and just words in general that are strung together and might or might not hold some meaning. Basically anything my sleep deprived...
