Photographs...

I try to gather my thoughts but they race through my mind like wild horses in the Springtime.

The thoughts of memories filled with laughter and love, they try to elude me as my memories start to drift away.

Like a dinghy being pulled out and lost amongst the rugged waves.

I search through heaps of photos trying to recapture those special moments of happier days.

That great big smile and spark in a young one's eyes, a zest for life, unfathomable hope, and unstoppable spirit.

Photos of milestones and achievements a mere moment of happiness and pride capturing the times I chose to rise.

Life is but a flicker of light some snuffed out to soon I'm reminded of an old friend or the one who made me swoon.

I look back at these historical markers captures of my life's own timeline, an essence of sublime, the times I endured the climb.

The days of yesteryear are gone, only these photos I have to remind... remind me of better days that I have lost from within my mind.

My thoughts... they still run wild, some days I seem crazed like a fox, but every now and then I look back at these old photos I keep beside my bed in this little old shoe box.