Pictures are memories trapped in ink. 

They stay there forever

even as you embrace the fact 

that they're gone. 

May it seem unreal, 

but like a stream, 

life goes on. 

Leaving behind a trace of pain 

you wish you could erase, 

unsure and lost in space 

you remain in your hiding place. 

Your mind wanders 

into a place of despair.

Hoping you can get a breath of air, 

but you're surrounded. 

Bound to the place in your mind 

where you’re lost forever. 

Trying to put together the pieces 

like a puzzle, 

you start to tussle with yourself. 

And in a blink of an eye, 

they’re gone. 

The ink still there, 

but the memory

is just in a documentary.