10. "Pictures of Memories of Portraits of You" In response to In response to 0
I’ve lost photographs before, But memories linger, Like yellow fingers stained By chemicals and compounds.
Some things I adore.
And I’ve burned Photographs before. Adolescent nonsense fueled by, simply, Hormones, No less.
I wish alchemy had ways To take carbon waste And reclaim memories from ash. I miss those photographs.
I’ve found photographs. Stolen moments telling stories Of friends forgetting to ask, Of wisecracks and laughs, Stories of you, And who, That no one understands.
The third person perspective comforts me sometimes. I love those photographs.
I wish I’d counted the seconds I spent Waiting for an image to appear On the paper you gave me. Reaching, introspective, Into sickly yellow darkrooms That confuse fumes and process With perfection and accidents.
Double exposures that fabricate ghosts, Beautiful photographs.
I wish alchemy had ways To take carbon waste And reclaim memories from ash. I miss those photographs.
"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn." -limbic system