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Pictures control our misunderstood minds, without the option to have a photographic memory or not. A majority of individuals use their minds, as a secret photo album. Locking in all those magnificent memories with a film like scroll. Loading one after the other, while keeping these images securely in a frame or in an album. The amount of memorable photos one adores are locked in a safe place, their minds. Remembering each moment like it was their last, holding onto burned bridges by the thought of the photographic imagery. Replaying that certain, specific something or someone over and over again.
Much like a domino effect, while replaying suppressed images in our heads. This may cause our building blocks to take a tragic fall, given that many emotions are stored behind these very images. Positive or negative they play at the exact thought of a certain party and/or parties. It’s like for a slight moment one revisits that day in which they pictured in their mind, looking all over like ones been there before. Then rapidly without realization, one snaps back into reality. This can happen anywhere to anyone at any time. Without a conclusive reasoning behind at that given moment, but once one realizes just what triggered. These photographic images that had been appearing and/or reappearing at that exact moment in time. Their most used organ is their brain. It is in fact the most powerful organ in the human body. This organ can hold an abundant amount of informative information, pictures, memories, etc. With that being said it’s safe to say that the albums stored, vividly amongst our minds. Are those initials souls we revisit consistently. Being that as it may be the only way to see a certain party. That may be alive or deceased, either way not a soul can steal, tear, or burn. The memorable memories that are stored in the photographic temple of ours.
By storing all images in such a mindless temple; this making room in one’s hearts for the new, not so much replacing the old but regrowing the old into a brand new look. Smiling from the inside, so that the outer parts aren’t affected. By reaching into one’s jagged mind and pulling out film after film. Of different people, places, and/or things one may have encountered with. During their life, piling up in a chapter like filer; virtually tagging each one piece by piece. Until all files are accounted for.
Pictures hold a secret spot in many places, but the stories behind them are incredibly unspoken. Suppressing the stories and repressing the images. The daily escape in the conquered mind in which one has. Is undeniably foreseen in their obedient temple, guarding their most treasured treasures.
By:-k.L♡