Are a wonderful thing.
An image immortalised forever.
Joyous or forlorn they may be
Yet staring at a photograph, that is not all I see.
The photograph shows time frozen,
Like an iceberg.
Memories packed tightly within the ice,
These nostalgic thoughts that are so infrequent,
are always so very revealing.
As those days and people you remember, are the ones that
Memories have no price,
But, then why do we have so few?
Is it our fear of making connections that when broken
Is it we don’t spend time like it’s our own, hoping the stars just line up
All I know is: the more the memories the merrier.
So every step I take
Is to create another moment,
Another thing to reminisce at,