memories

this stuff burns, more than I’d like to admit. i'm swallowing it all down my throat and there’s this burning sensation that I can never get rid of. i'm hanging polaroids of memories on a string in my room, painting faces with smiles only existent in those moments. I wonder how many of them haven’t smiled since. we’re timeless. the memories we’ve made forever breathing and living in our minds as we reminisce about them on the bad days and make more on the good ones. And more memories I'll make smiling in a polaroid knowing I didn’t mean it, knowing I'm smiling for a camera and not smiling just because. and the thing about memories is they’re only alive when your eyes are closed. only breathe when I stop. only exist when I'm not. so I hold my eyes closed, press them shut and bring the person I was back to life, bring the people they were back into life. click.