The Mind

My mind, a room so vast and wide.

The room is dark in the corner. But everywhere else its as though I'm  outside. Many objects surround the room. Including a dollhouse. The house looks just like the one i used to live in. Every detail exact, right down to the  brick 2 meters from the front door that is odly sticking out. I walk to the in the middle of the room.

I observe the room as I approach. It's walls completely white and it's almost as wide and long as a warehouse. The table had 4 phot frames on it. They were set out on the table in a line. Each looked as if they were the same setting and place. Except the people and angles were diffrent.

The first was of me. My short figure and loose hair gave me away. The second of me and my mother, holding each other. A tear instantly dropped from my cheek. My mother had passed away... I don't know when exactly. Time doesn't  seem to exist in this room. As I wipe the tears away I look at the third photo and it's me and another girl. She must be the sister I almost had. The final picture is me again. Standing alone with a boy, holding his hand.

I step back and look  at all the photos together. These must be the now, what could have been and what is to come.