There is no name and face to that cryptic memory,
The photo before me is blurred.
Am I crying?
I don't really understand why though,
Seeing as I don't even know who they are.
All I have is the photo in my hand,
A photo I can't recall I took.
I lean back on my sofa with a sigh,
My home even colder than before.
Even the rain outside feels distant,
Along with every memory splayed on the table before me.
The missing piece of myself is that lone photo,
Something about it strikes a chord in my soul.
Like a tuner,
The photo brings back a harmony to my dissonant memories.
Even though it is impossible,
A small part in me is sure of the man in the photo.
No matter what,
I have to find him.
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In Regards To Fate (Cellphone Novel)
RomanceThe year is 2170. Humankind has long since discovered the ability to manipulate memories to help people with traumatic experiences to cope up with their everyday living. Kobayashi Haruka is a student/photographer who is enamored with an odd photogr...
