You cautiously browse the photo album. As anticipated, the frozen smiles and forgotten journeys arise softly. At first. Soon the visions of place and time return vividly. Painfully. A time of adventure and wonderment. A beautiful afternoon shared with that special person, those you love.

There’s more. Momentum builds. Foolish conversations. Better left alone. You couldn’t. The enemy within. Irresponsible. Embarrassing. Loathing. Remorse. Inevitable.

The butterfly catcher chasing memories – some real, some imagination. The ocular impetus behind the lens capture is grey and dark. Melancholy. Pain body.

Still, uplifting. Desire for more. Feed the monster.  Then time. Confusion. Insecurity. Of what?

The audience cannot comprehend. Or care. The fabric has undeniable patterns. The saddest of songs. Films of despair. Elicits tears. Of joy. And welcome.

So you say.