It’s stiff. It’s still. It doesn’t exist except when I think it does. I pulled the command bar down to increase that brightness on my phone then tossed it up and away to look at the picture again. I hoped it would feel more real if I saw it with more than just the light of day. A moment of pretending to see something new, and a moment of trying to feel something more than what I felt when I took the picture. Nothing new. But what were you thinking when I took that picture? And does that change when I turn up the brightness or zoom in. I see little things I didn’t notice then and that I hadn’t noticed until now. I hear their meaning like I hear a haunting noise at night. I close my phone. It goes in my pocket but the thoughts stay in my head. I’m stuck thinking of the picture and not the person. But the picture I can always have. The person? Only sometimes.
Realistic Fiction
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I love your insight about the picture but not always the person things are clear they fade its time for more moving on or are we still living in the dream on? We need to find our purpose
In the stars ****