1: i knew the stars, once.
before city lights swallowed the last of the starlight and spit out a black, black sky
a sky that beckoned and beguiled until I became one with its shadow
i can hardly recall the stars, anymore; hardly recall anything but the darkness that swallowed me whole
5: i see the constellations in dreams, withered and weaving their way into my consciousness
I wonder how a memory of beauty can exist among the ruins of destruction.
and so Memory Lane has become a wasteland of dying stars and long-forgotten dreams
how i wish time could be turned back to those shooting stars once more
the visions of stars, though bright, are faded and blurry inside my head, and i know they would not accept me anymore
10: and yet, and yet. here i stand, arms open and eyes unraveled.
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