the black and white photos we took that day are crumpled and ripped, but they are still hanging on my wall.
I remember, we were trying too be cooler than we both knew we were, and we were always drawn to old films and the black and white setting on my equally ancient camera.
we would always talk about that day, when we were two idiots in love asking random strangers for pictures, and how frustrated we were when we realized that it seems like the strangers we asked had never touched a camera in their life.
all of those moments you would whine and complain about how that same camera seemed to be surgically attached to my hands, but now that I look back, I'm glad I ignored you.
these crumpled up, crappy photos are the last thing I have of yours, besides memories.
hopefully these pictures will not disappear into the mess of my cluttered room, like the memories will soon disappear in my unorganized mind.
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An Ocean of Thoughts
Poesíathis is a small journal-type thing that I was inspired by my best friend (sinking-ships) to make, it's all my writing. if you read this I hope you enjoy it :)
