[ m ] _emory | (b) ^ook
originally written 07.09.02

what do you do with a book of memories
that is filled with pictures and still-frames
that are bring very few fond recollections.
the pictures should be faded, but are burned
into the darkest corners of my mind.
i try to shoved these portraits as far
back into my mind as possible, and
if possible, i shove them away.
my camera still takes snap shots.
memories always happen, they never stop.
perhaps the new photographs will
populate a new book of memories.
memories of tears, joy, awakenings,
all of which are pleasant recollections.
perhaps, i won't have this scrapbook
of old pictures to myself.
memories are so much nicer when
you can share them with the person
who helped you make them.
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