The past becomes a slideshow in our minds.
We can pause and relive that moment or
just slowly let that memory slide by.
The past is a journal where the ink has faded, and
the paper has yellowed, but we pick it up and the ink
is once more fresh as it was when the words spilled
onto the pages.
Every new day, adds another moment to the
slideshow of our lives.
Kimber Michaela 2017