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.
© 2017 Kimber Michaela
wishes...wonders...words
Romantasy Author
Rise and Shine :)
Staying Positive
Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
constantly searching for my next adventure
Random thoughts, experiences, and wonderings mostly put into poetry.
A Poet and Her Words
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
A girl's journey to finding herself.
and at dusk I break my past down piece by piece
DIFFERENT NOT BROKEN
Take a Walk on the Wild Side
Lyrics and Other Stuff & Nonsense
My Rambling Muse 