if i look at old photos for too long i start to feel sick a nauseating, earth shattering sickness

in those moments before the flash time seems to stretch out forever

everybody holding poses sucking in stomachs knees creaking from the weight of crouching

then suddenly it’s over and they’ll forget all about it.

until one day many, many years later a sad girl who sits alone

rotting away in her room feeling everything at once but then again feeling nothing

will stumble across it once more and with tears in her eyes wishing that little girl hadn’t disappeared

she had so much life in her so much hope, so much joy words can not express the weight of her loss

because now the girl has no life she is but a breathing corpse with withering joy yet still somewhere hope

so she puts away the picture temporary revelation gone with it wiping away tears before her parents worry

and she goes down for dinner just like she does every day ignoring the soul of the girl in the picture

so suddenly it’s over and she’ll forget all about it.