Pictures (Prose)
Why love pictures?
At least in my mind there's many reasons.
It holds all memories
As if videos
It relives the past
It relives pain or joy in a hat.
It is simply magical
It's simply a flicker of power
Power to see in these pictures
Your life in every way
You can see how you changed
Along the way
You can see what made you who you are today
Along the experiences
Along with memories
That holds
Thousands and billions of pictures...
So again,
Why love pictures?
It's the only reminder
Of our existence and that we did indeed live.
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