Picture Pefect

Picture it perfect. Can't get a grip on the image. I find old pictures of us. I choose to rip them up. Not because the memories were bad, I just want to free my picture frames from all the fake smiles. The frames stay empty for now, but I picture great things to be harbored behind the glass. Possible places I will visit, new friends I will make, new loves I will have. Whatever frozen piece of time I choose, just know that I am moving forward. Nothing personal my friend.