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we sit -
on the cold, worrying texture of
Macdonald's benches, as the whirs of our heartbeat fuse
simultaneously with the constant depletion in signals
that warn of low battery. To each a click was
of utmost importance; ctrl+alt+del the whole project in which
numerous pictures that spoke a thousand untold gratitudes
formed. Andas our eyes dart back and forth,

we listen -
intently to the pulses and intervals of each lyric, for every
second would be of tantamount difference. Adjusting, to fit into
moulds of every sound wave; frantic clicks and strokes of
desperation. Inside the eyes of lenses, were shutter speeds so
rapid that it defied all sense of crispy, golden fries etched in
paled yellow hues of notebook paper. And finally, as the
intricate connections of bytes were transferred across, it was followed by
that beep of incessant salvation: we were complete.

we rush -
past metal railings drilled in concrete echos of footprints, where
every pace tells a different story of varying lengths in strides;
varying paces in anxiety. Boarding on - only praying in hope for
the chimes to stop ringing in our minds where
we try to cover with endless chatters of meaningless
banter. And yet keeping alert at every stop,
impatient to stop the ticking of time. And when it comes, the
hums of our feet left trails of nostalgia, swept away with
the laughter of the wind.

we see -
different yet similar faces, morphing rapidly into
strangers in which were once friends. The animosity was never
discovered though, as we perched ourselves comfortably on
bright red benches, covered with crumbs of spicy chicken all found
from the 7th stall from the left - where memories of blue ties and
untucked creases of our shirts were stirred up.

we laugh -
as we caught sight upon the reason to where everything
stemmed from: the beginning of all joyous squeals and the end
of all salty teardrops that clung from crevices of
homework and stress. An attempt at the revival was met with
groans from the device, as we were yet to present. Never in
vain: we were met with undeniable happiness from the years of
treasured snapshots from the past. Even though the
pain lasted for weeks, the crinkling of blossoming
smiles would carry on for years to come.

And as the period comes to an end, another
would grow again. For we are as one, and one will
never be two, nor three. So,
as we cling on to those glasses of Iced Tea and
strings of beehoon that scatter across our
teenage years, a chant will drift across the
wistfulness of innocent days, for daylights and night times
to come. For it is indisputable, and the power of
our spirits will never be thwarted. And so,

we sing. we will sing.


I, I will remember you,
and all of the things that we've gone through
there is so much I could say but
words get in the way.

so

when we're not together,
I will remember you.