I put up another Polaroid
picture right next to
the last one. I have covered
another wall with picture-
perfect moments unbound
to the confines of time.
My life has felt like a blur.
What am I missing?
What did I forget?
I can’t be so sure.
When I see a young me
nestled between my brother,
mother, and sisters, I feel
at peace knowing that an
old family photo can take
me back to that same day.
Each one of those Polaroid
pictures have a pulse: they
come alive and tell a story
that will never age. Feelings
of love, bliss, nostalgia,
and ecstasy are captured
in pictures that I can
hold in my hand. These
Polaroid pictures can take
me to places I wish to never
forget: special moments
in time that I want to relive.
They can place me next to
those I have lost, and they can
help me remember to cherish
the memories I almost
forgot. I don’t need to
go outside to take a walk
down memory lane; I can
just look at the photos on
my wall and remember it
all. I must say, when life
moves fast, I’m not afraid
to slow down, forget about
my future, and revisit the past.


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