Smiles, tired eyes frozen in time on fading photographs. Hazy looks and dried grass; forced smiles and fidgeting kids frozen in moments in time. Silently telling half a story, no evidence to fill in the gaps.
Behaved children, neatly dressed in their best. A crying toddler unhappy with sitting still, a soothing grandma and annoyed mom carrying a drool stain failing to feign the moment of joy that ought to be remembered for as long as the photograph lives.
A middle aged woman, recognises herself in a photo of a wedding she didn’t attend. Only to realise it’s her mother who looks exactly like her, happy to see the marriage of her middle daughter.
Moments in time, frozen with the emotions; real or feigned. A reminder of a past so far out of reach. A reminder of people, love, kisses and hugs that can barely be correctly imagined; distorted by time and age, pain and darkness, fears and adulting.
A time when time seemed to stand still, where cares were a far fetched idea. Where tomorrow was a lifetime away and the moment seemed too unimportant to dwell on. The people in the photograph seemed like they would be there forever; but their forever has come and gone. And all that is left is moments frozen in time of half truths and unfilled blanks. Half baked memories and threadbare stories.
Photographs, a reminder of those we have lost along the way. Photographs, making me feel a lot lost today.
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