Photographs as memories
But our recollection,
as with all of the human spirit,
falls subject to decay and distortion
Because memories
will be fabricated and fade
Our thoughts are volatile as ether
and can wander indiscriminately
Dreams are forgotten
the moment we wake
So our mind is unreliable
and our lives depend on moments


found, lost, missed
attempt to regain
the result of an atrocious timing
a love story spanning two decades
where an impossibility to act
spreads like an oil slick
towards a crippling passivity
exhausted by a nightmare
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