We used to say in the beginning how it felt like such a dream. Though, somehow somewhere along our journey, it turned into a nightmare. The memories of us together, I’ve now hidden. Yet, I know where to find them and sometimes I find myself flipping through an album of moments captured in time, a reminder that at one point it was most definitely a dream and not just a night terror.
Almost asleep when my phone ticked; 'A notification,' it says. Your name was there, you liked my photo. And my stomach drowned in butterflies-- Scratch that--moths, surely they're moths. Stronger, buzzier, like your power To occupy and stay in my brain With that single heart emoji beside your name. Thinking that the double tap Is as if you love me just the same.
Walking down the hall, The hall of memories, When I was happy and carefree. Every time I look at them, I wish I could go back and relive them. Relive the best moments in life because ever since I was 8, my happiness was ruined.
I walk down the hall and look at every single photo. I try to remember that day in which that photo was taken, and when I do remember, I space out and start crying because I know that I will never be that happy again.
When I get to the photo of a baby picture, I stop and think, what an innocent little body and face, I wonder what it would be like if my innocence wasn't taken.
This is me letting go...falling slowly from the cliff of selfish desire, into the cool and clearness of the conscience below.
Of you and my desire for you...this is me letting go.
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A wise man said...that every seed dies before it grows. And so then it becomes...is what love remains therein enough to let them go? To relinquish what you want...I think so.
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have you've ever taken that one candid picture so pure and precious there's a difference between a photo that is staged and perfect and a picture that no one knew was taken in that one picture, no one is trying so hard to be perfect
A seemingly ancient photograph Capturing a perfect moment in time Eternalising our friendship Sealing us in our prime
A photo taken in the spur of the moment As an attempt to follow a new "selfie" trend Within the seats of a worn down minivan We all sat and laughed as friends
At the young ages of 11 and 12 Still quite young and naive We drove around the endless fields Laughing and singing as we were free
We called ourselves The Gang Though we rarely did anything wrong The six of us were so close back then It was the only time I felt like I belonged
Stopping the car behind the willow tree With its branches drooping low Rays of sunlight shining down But at that time we didn't quite know
Let's take a picture
A black iPod touch Was the thing to capture this moment we all posed with the peace sign In time we are forever frozen
This picture that at the moment meant nothing It was all just meaningless fun But now we see that during that time It was the last day that we were together as one
Our lives have all gone different ways In complete opposite directions We haven't seen each other in years We no longer hold that same connection
The photograph sits within my room My most treasured possession I own etched into the bottom of the frame The words that we once promised
We'll meet again someday
This is honestly a picture taken so long ago that I can barely remember it, 2012 and having no clue how to take a selfie
