Pictures, I do not take. Memories are my own coloured with sparks of red, green, blue, yellow, orange, purple; Friends, family live in the mind, growing, changing, existing where ever my heart desires; Laughter, joy, smiles consume my head, frowns, cries, sadness, hardships behind each story.
Photographs; caught in still motion. Smiles or frowns, stolen from the story.
Photograph, do not take of me. I wish for ink not be my deathbed, living in the mind is what I ask for; Memories are one's own, think of mine with no reserves, and my image shall live and grow with you.