just something from my last school year project that i did

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The girl believed that faces

that other pass by

That others don’t remember

Are the ones she remembers

Because they were fallen stars

That this world wants to ignore

Because they were just like her

 

But they were different

She never really saw her as one of them

Because they had their own thing

Of being together, of being in their own groups

and this girl feels that she was pushed into it.

The girl was just trying to look at those stars

because those were the closet thing that she could be near

that were from a place she always wanted to visit.

 

She never knew that her heart

would be at a crossroad

of wondering if she was good enough

to be with the stars, because she was in the middle

almost as if she had no place and she would just roam in that middle space

with nowhere to actually be able to call her place

 

The stars, connected like us, to that red string of destiny

What makes our relationships, and what connects stars to make

their galaxies.

That red string is something that girl loved, because she knew

that someone was tied to her

and that she was not alone. 

 

Because everything was tied to one or the other, like how music notes

were connected to their staff

Like how a flame could only be burning for the consumption of the air around it

because it the air was its only life source.

And even if it broke, it would

never be lost.