Being fifteen, I'm only ten years conscious
ten years of deciding for myself,
I've made mistakes, some that I wish to wipe off the surface of my mind with a tidal wave,just so that I can make sure to get in every crevice
though no matter the choices made we all need to learn to take it slow, let every moment soak into our skin, flow through every vein, and travel through,
to our heart.
to our brain,
and we need to know when to stop,
take a picture,
and store it within the photo album of our memories.
so when I hear the camera shot, it takes me back through the celebratory moments and the devastation I have left behind
my memories devour me, till the smell of campfire drapes the starred sky within this small world I have created inside my head
I can feel the sting of it as I inhale, and wraps me tightly in smoke burning your eyes
cause the smoke always seems to follow your no matter if you decide to move
sparks emerge from his powerful glow landing at the tips of my toes, I'm careful not to get to close, other wise the embers might melt through the thin layers of the only jacket I have
The cool summer night rushes by me with a slight breeze
laughter erupts from around me as everyone joins in and sings to up beat melody of "Sweet Caroline"
The camera's shutters close, the images are stored away, a moment captured, ready to viewed again and again with in my hollow skull and permeable mind
within a few seconds the film resets, the camera ready to store another moment, the shots repeat in a constant rhythm with my heart, making sure to stay inline with its beat
one shot, the house I grew up in, the hallways my 2 year old self laughed and cried, tattling on my sister for taking my most favorite stuffed animal
two shots, every bump and bruise that I've recovered from, the scars on my wrist and knees, the most memorable and painful, yet the ones that make me who I am
three shots, the family that supports me with all of my creative needs, in poetry, art, and anything that seems to come to mind
My life, the photos strung along my bedroom walls to spread happiness to whoever enters
your life, the photographs that you had close to your heart, in hopes that the world will meld around you to reach those great moments you cherish
Both are just photo albums filled with wide smiles and hidden tears, that will one day help you define yourself,
and when it's most important,
your hear the camera shot, and its shutters close
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