Last night I gazed up at the stars.
They twinkled away in the distance
those relics of the past
and I thought:
I am just the same.
What you see in me
is never the present moment
but the ever-increasing indentations
that my yesterdays have carved into my face.
Every second digs another tiny line out of me
and some day all those lines together
will connect me back
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