The Photo Album
The Photo Album.
As I flip through the pages
I see all of the happiness in life fade in and out,
a birthday bash, various vacations, a lost loved one.
The memories never end when you are looking at the book.
You are there again, at the age of five, twelve then before you know it along comes sixteen.
I look at the past life and see how everything has changed.
My life once was easy as riding a bike, then out of no where it became difficult,
with drama everywhere I look.
Now it's not so easy.
It's scary like I'm leaving everything behind.
The book becomes thicker and thicker with each year that passes
but now as I look through it, the laminated pages are diminishing.
The memories feel closer now that I looked through it again but there is no space left.
I guess a new book needs to be born,
a new chapter in my life, with new tears and laughs to go along with it.