Photographs are a way to capture.
A moment, a feeling, a memory.. a fragment of time immortalized.
It is a truly beautiful sentiment.
One day, we all grow old.
Our hair grays, wrinkles grow and youth fades; memories slip away in the silent of night.
You forget. You always forget.
Such is the way of life..
Time goes on, every tick leads you a step more towards the end.
Some things are better left forgotten, but some..
Some memories we grasp for as they slip away.
A hand reaching into the darkness for a comfort no longer there.. Just as a child reaches for a toy in the night only to find that the toy is no longer within their reach.
One day you will no longer have the strength to reach, to search, to remember..
What if a simple photograph, a snapshot from a different time can end it all?
The means to bring back the memories that once defined us; What we wanted, did, who and what we aspired to be,
One simple snap and a moment, a memory, a feeling of a different time can end it all and begin again.
Isn't it worth the embarrassment of a not so perfect photograph to be taken rather than lost forever in the abyss of time?
A thought to ponder in the future, near or far..
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Tales Of A Poet
PoetryA collection of poems add short stories, some with a bit of a dark tone, some lighthearted.
