I want to table the idea of destiny and its lack of guidance and will
Grey sky behind me in the photo, yet smiling, so sure
You in the photo with the sea behind you
It’s slipped away [moments]
I want to curtail the way my memories pass through my fingers like sand from some beach I went to so long ago
To be able to nurture them, immerse myself in them no matter how cold or warm
Put the most important ones in a box only I have the key to
Put it away somewhere safe
I want to stop wondering what if this and that
That cruel torment and rumination of a billion and one futures that may or may not have been
If a photo could tell a story, looking back I don’t imagine it would have been an epic novel
More of a short story, something immersive yes, but a short story still.