{"sf1_id":2264817,"sf2_id":"n92RxLq1","title":"…meaning…","author":"Jiblits","words":84,"posted_at":"2025-06-27T04:04:28.000Z","tags":["Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2264817-meaning","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/n92RxLq1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/80/02/80027bfa-2255-4ecf-a690-c2af27a85087","description":"Imported from SF2 with no description.","content":"Standing frozen in place\n\nThe world passes by, with every known face\n\nHow short, this life time is, simply gone in a blink\n\nI lose track of my being so quickly, as I try to calmly think\n\nIt’s never truly fair, when compared, to the lucky few\n\nInside mental ashes, life makes something new\n\nFor better or worse, the stories keep going\u0026nbsp;\n\nLeft to times temporary, we try with pieces knowing\n\nIn all ways, continuously growing\n\nWith curtains all around, life is, ever showing"}