sifting through weathered photo albums (Really doesn't make a difference, this is the way it is...)
looking for gloriously aged Polaroid’s (Would it really make a difference, Would I hang on the beach in perfect black then hide? I broke through this hallow shell that once held me so tight I couldn't breathe)
of places you have never been.
A place to accept that you don’t really exist.
"Smile for the camera sweet heart, I really want to immortalize this moment"
but just remember the first step in forgetting is destroying all the evidence.
With friends like you who needs subtext.

THIS IS A 44. CALIBER LOVE LETTER STRAIGHT FROM MY HEART.
Straight from my heart
deal with it