Ewok and Daisy #doggielove (Taken with instagram)
Something You Drew #photoadayapril (I wish. My sister drew this. Haha.) (Taken with instagram)
Orange #photoadayapril (Taken with instagram)
Why do I find more and more things to cry about?
Like your voice or the feel of your skin.
Things others won’t even bother with, I remember. Things people might overlook, I remember.
Like watching you fix your hair and your double-jointed thumbs.
I used to be so afraid of forgetting things, but my memory proves to be much stronger than I give it credit for.
Now, I realize the fear in forgetting was childish, when any random thing triggers a memory.
They never really go away, memories.
They just get overplayed, like your favorite record - until scratches make it no longer playable. Even then you keep it on your shelf. Just because.
Loss isn’t easy but the greater difficulty, as life has thus proven to me, is in forgetting.
I was right to fear it after all, just not in the way I expected.
That feeling that you’re all alone.
Yeah.
That feeling.
Something You Don’t Like #photoadayapril (Taken with instagram)
Flower #photoadayapril (Taken with instagram)
Sunset #photoadayapril (Taken with instagram)
How You Feel Today #photoadayapril (Happy at work with #GoMotionProductions) (Taken with instagram)
Something You Found #photoadayapril (Taken with instagram)
The longer the excuse, the less likely it’s the truth.
Stairs #photoadayapril (Taken with instagram)
Memory is the cabinet of the imagination, the treasury of reason, the registry of conscience, and the council chamber of thought.
My sister’s sketches of Lolo’s chihuahuas ü (Taken with instagram)
Where you ate breakfast #photoadayapril (Taken with instagram)
All you ever really need to know, all you ever really have to - you already do. You just have to take the time to discover it. ☺
