It’s funny how pictures work isn’t it? You freeze a moment in time, with all it brought you. The feelings, they all stay there, in that moment.
And then you start to forget. All of it. It starts to slip your mind, slowly. One day you wake up and you don’t even realize you’ve long forgotten.
You live your live, you move on. And one day you find that day again. The moment frozen in time comes back to haunt you. Out of nowhere.
And the thing about pictures its that when you do remember, when you do press play on that memory, it’s like no time has passed at all.
How you felt, it’s back. It’s back with all its thorns, ready to cut you again. You think you’ve moved on, you think you’ve forgiven. But right then and there, you realize no time has passed at all.
I felt the anger, I felt it all. And no matter how much time goes by, it’s always frozen in time.
Back to myself 