Pictures.
Aren’t they supposed to be these happy moments captured in time?
The frozen smiles representing the precious laughs that once captivated that day?
Moments for your children to look back on and speak of a happy childhood memory?!
Pictures.
To my children pictures are grief-stricken moments in time.
Pictures of their mother coming and going.
Sadness behind these brown eyes wanting their momma to stay.
These pictures capture their moms addiction.
Pictures.
I took for my kids to have so they can know how they looked as babies.
Melancholy photos is what they are.
Like my daughter was being taken advantage of.
I was just trying to capture her pretty dresses and bows.
Memories of mournful tears that followed after is what she fucking recalls.
Pictures.
I just wanted my son to be able to reminiscence about his love for video games.
So damn simple right?
Pictures are supposed to be beautiful.
I ruined that beautiful right.
I fucked up that. In those pictures my son begged for me to stay afterwards.
Pictures.