1.
Everything used to warm my heart,
And shrink the world to the map of my hands.
2.
I think we are all born broken,
and we look through life in a camera lens,
trying to piece together our memories to mend ourselves.
We document our breaths for the sake of comparing,
and maybe to gain
a fleeting sense of significance.
3.
One bead of sweat drips
One shudder two breaths
Seventeen thoughts power-hungry
Five years whittled to the wind’s sigh
Two ways to tell the story
No one knows in the middle of the night