A picture,
where the smiles lay frozen forever.
A crystalline memory preserved.
That moment,
unexisting,
but held on that sheen of photography paper
Clear as day
grasped in kodachrome
forever.
A memory.
Looking back, I always feel invisible,
Not-quite-there.
A picture
A cage for those forgottens
trudging those feelings back
pulling them forth
from that abyss of blurred pasts
once again.
Neurological
brain cell pathways
Axons, synapses, terminals.
when the pathways worn down
a memory remains
When the path degrades
All is forgotten
But curious,
How a scent, a song,
how an old trinket
can bring it all rushing back
where the smiles lay frozen forever.
A crystalline memory preserved.
That moment,
unexisting,
but held on that sheen of photography paper
Clear as day
grasped in kodachrome
forever.
A memory.
Looking back, I always feel invisible,
Not-quite-there.
A picture
A cage for those forgottens
trudging those feelings back
pulling them forth
from that abyss of blurred pasts
once again.
Neurological
brain cell pathways
Axons, synapses, terminals.
when the pathways worn down
a memory remains
When the path degrades
All is forgotten
But curious,
How a scent, a song,
how an old trinket
can bring it all rushing back
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