Writings of Summer Blayre

Eternal Extermination

(April 13, 2015)
         Just a phase. A shadow. A passing glance. A burning picture. Just to happen to pass the time. A burning picture doesn't have time to be happy. Before anyone notices it gets used, engulfed in flames, turned to ash, never to be reminisced again.

No one misses a photograph, copies can be made to replace it. Photographs are not beautiful or special. They just capture a beautiful or special moment. Itself is only a piece of paper.

Look at a picture, just seconds before the present time, it will never be the same as in the photograph. Some have no color, just ordinary, unnoticed.

Take your silence to burn this last photograph, as a final goodbye. The photograph has been exterminated, against all odds, shall never resurface. The camera has been shattered, when faces against humanity.