Photos are quite
strange, actually.
For,
if you think about them,
they are just
ink
on paper.
Yet, depending on what our eyes
perceive
in that ink,
they can make us
believe that,
once again,
we are six years old
and licking ice cream like a
lollipop,
or eighteen and carefree,
with the wind
blowing
our hair to
who knows where
as we ride the
steepest
roller coaster available
and shoot our hands up
like we are reaching for the
sky.
Photos can leave us
heartbroken
again,
and can make us ponder the
What Ifs
(a dangerous topic),
or they can leave us with a
smile.
The only certain thing
about photos is that,
that ink,
that terrible, terrible ink,
kidnaps us,
forces us into its car,
and drives us down
Memory Lane.