Dec 2011
Looking at pictures from before
Reminds me how soon it will be
When something of such will not be of possibility
Past along like axles in assembly lines
Memories slip through my fingers
Dissolving like dew on grass at sunrise in May
Inanimate flashes of color establish my absence
As if I had planned this departure prior to arrival
Reminds me how soon it will be
When something of such will not be of possibility
Past along like axles in assembly lines
Memories slip through my fingers
Dissolving like dew on grass at sunrise in May
Inanimate flashes of color establish my absence
As if I had planned this departure prior to arrival
I wrote this after looking at all of the pictures I took over a trip with my parents, realizing that all of them were of scenery and none contained me or my parents. This made me sad because I realized that it would never be the case again that I would be in that same place with my parents, in my same state of mind, and point in my life. Pictures are like time capsules, unleashing the moments in flashes, and I was sad to not have anybody in those moments.
