Polaroid

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I never took a picture of myself cause I know I don't look good. I never had those cupid bow red lips, high cheekbones, and tantalizing eyes.

 It seemed to me that cameras were created for things that are worth being caught on the lens. I don't find myself being one of the sceneries that photographers usually use as a subject. Not until I met you, you taught me something I never thought would change the way I see myself. I tried putting lipsticks and trying killer heels. I felt pretty all along while loving you. 

My admiration toward you was documented since day one with a polaroid I bought from a vintage store. It looks old, yet it still holds memories. It had captured everything, it was my sole witness despite from the fact that it did nothing but just hang on my chest and looked something like an artifact. 

Few years have gone by, I already collected a box of photos, all throughout my life I have been keeping it from your knowledge. But, I guess things don't last, they fade, they vanish. 

Polaroids are proofs that everything you had been keeping inside you won't last, yet it will leave something. 

An artifact remains, if one day you'll wake up and you want to retrieve them, I advise, look for the polaroid I left in the vintage shop.

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