its strange how things change. and how relationships, as soon as they become comfortable, become challenged. my family is here this weekend; some carbon copies, some reflections that look just alike enough to be grouped family.

i put a photo on my wall, of my mom when she was 12. that photo will never change, that moment stays stagnant, time has been stopped. my mom will always be 12 in that photo.

(on my wall, my gran is still alive. smiling in her wedding dress, showing me my eyes. on my wall, she isn't gone)

new scars, which were not always with me, will never be with the me on my wall. i guess photos capture goodness, they frame content. sometimes my life is like a photo, sometimes my life belongs framed on a wall. but tonight, i just look at the photos on my wall.

i don't like to look back, i don't need to remember. thing is, life is cyclic. and things that happen once, happen again. relationships that changed once, they change again.