photos freeze an instance never again will any be the same something will be different the footsteps in wet sand on a beach will wash away, but in a photo, they remain impressed forever
life is a photo, you only have one perfect shot, one perfect frame, one perfect instance
a perfect moment that defines all other instances an instance that all other moments are judged by a moment that all other instances exist for an existence for only that one moment that causes purpose
you’re the instance that other moments live for in my photo… where are you?