We’d managed, to keep all these memories we’d made with each other, ourselves, our children, in frames, foolishly believing, that everything will stay, unchanged, except the inches added on to the heights, the weight gains, the physical stuff…
Memories in frames, that’s just it, you can’t, keep everything still, everything changes, from this second to the next, nothing will EVER be the same again, no matter how hard we’d, hoped that it would, or how hard, we’d, grabbed a hold onto them.
like these??? Photo from online.
Memories in frames, that, will be all we will have, nothing else, and, one day, these originally hi-def colored memories will become, faded too, and, we’d stopped, making these, memories in hi-def colors, as our lives became, black, and white, with the shades of grays…
Memories in frames, that, is how everything will stay fresh from the start, and yet, neither one of us is now, who we were once, and, nothing is the same again!
or these??? Still not my photographs…
Memories in frames, how long will they last? Forever, and ever, and ever, or, just until the love runs out? How long will we hold the memories of us, dearly, in our hearts? How long, does things, really last in the world anyways, does, anybody know???
Life, the Obstacle Course 