Photographs

We exist with the lucidity of an image,

we develop, darkening our features as we appear,

coming into focus,

becoming a moment.

Maculate we are.

A blurred line or a light flare.

They add to the beauty.

The singularity of the image.

Unrepeatable,

but we fade.

We fade with the same purpose for appearing.

To capture a moment.

A feeling.

A memory.

Moments pass.

Feelings change.

Memory Fades.