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?
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
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?
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