hard to understand
the value that people place into things.
things like forgotten photographs
or worn out tattoos.
once upon a time
you lived the moment in the photograph
or picked out (first handedly)
the colors for a vibrant piece of art
to be etched onto your skin, permanently.
it's hard to believe that
we all hold value to the things we love
much different the person standing next to us.
the fact that is that it all fades to black -
I guess it's finding value in the things that don't need color. ❤