luke,
you once told me
that life was an illusion.
that once we die,
the magic act disappears with us.
just like all memories
of our existence
eventually will.
you once asked me
what the point of speaking was.
if all sound was just vibrations
what made it so important?
so this picture is for you.
no speaking involved,
no vibrations coming together
to create a word, or a sound.
as I snap this picture on my camera,
I think of this:
this photo is to the camera
as an illusion is to life.
once I press this button
all remainders
of this one section of film
will forever be gone
from this camera.
I think about these
things that you say
so much, luke.
I can only hope you do the same.
forever yours,
violet
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polaroid pictures
Fanfictionin which two people who only have each other bond over polaroid pictures.
