The photos of childhood, blurry, everything was, mixed into this huge PATCH of darkened spot, I can’t even see a single thing inside those photos anymore!
The photos of childhood, blurry, with the coming of age, I got, more and more distant, from my naivete childhood days of my long-gone innocence, until, one day I’d looked back, tried to find that very moment when I WAS, innocent enough, and couldn’t.
The photos of childhood, blurry, like those, long forgotten birthday wishes I’d made, those dreams I’d wanted to achieve as a kid. The photos of childhood, blurry, perhaps, that, is what is supposed to happen to childhood, as we all, left it far, far behind our selves, who knows???
The photos of childhood, blurry, those days never existed, it seemed, but, they must have, ‘cuz, if they never existed, then, how the HELL did I become, who I am right now? The photos of childhood, they’re all, gone now, burnt them all, got NO need for a “reminder”, of those, younger, days of my innocence lost………
