Looking back at old photos, I wished I was someone in the past. There are so many stories that I have forgotten in these pictures, how I wish I remember what I used to be like. If only I can conjure these fractures of who I was, and relight them into my here and now. I used to be someone I actually liked.
Now I'm nothing. My face shows me nothing but a shadow of a past that I have forgotten. I am caged in what I am not familiar of, and it is washing away the essence of the very original me that seems to have walked away.