𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 • 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

Polaroid

Do you remember?

That time where everything was remembered as something important? And not as something that would be thrown away, just like a forgotten memory?

Your life was beautiful. It was all you ever had and now, now you're giving it away?

Piecing back all the lost things in the middle of your room with the afternoon sun shining directly at the photos that were memories of long ago, slowly, carefully reminiscing all of those where you once we're, and promised that's where you'll ever be. In the arms of those who care.

Now you're insouciant, but full of regret.

How did you become a misanthrope?

Don't you long for something? Something lost deep within your mind?

Nothing is ever forgotten. You just can't remember it.

Now you're solivagant, but why are you full of happiness? Why are you letting go?

Why don't you piece back the memories and try to remember something not of which is a dark past, but one that was all you ever longed for.