I can’t say when it started,
me grabbing on to every precious moment
while life taunts me like a ticking clock
counting down the seconds
until my heart shatters into pieces.

It became more than a hobby or a habit,
it became an obsession.

Still as a stone,
not breathing,
I can spend hours upon hours
rewatching and remembering
what I would never let myself forget.

It’s both a blessing and a curse;
struck dumb
watching pictures and fragments dance in my mind's eye,
the only things moving are my lips that smile
and the tear that runs down my cheek.

From the vast expanse that is my mind,
new ideas and new thoughts come to light,
things I've never thought of before,
never realized.

Fragments of a shattered poem
that will be sung as a lullaby in a hundred years,
remembered by those who thought they forgot.

Yet I lay here, and remember.

The white walls tell their own stories
and are pressing in,
but the floor beneath my back is keeping me grounded,
keeping me sane.

My mind will continue to spin its tales
until I'm lost in them
from now until forever.

The end result is still the same.

No matter how long,
how hard you hold on,
there will always come a time for it to go,
whatever it is.

You will still hold on until you can't any longer,
until all you have left
is the bittersweet memories
and the pictures
left in dusty frames.