Letters, Photographs and Scrapbooks:

I wrote a letter to a friend who is so far away right now. In fact, it's the only way we can communicate. His absence makes me unbelievably empty, but writing him letters replaces that feeling with so many other emotions. We probably know each other's darkest secrets and deepest pains. The other will always be right, and we will always be wrong. He always knows what to say to make me feel better, and I selfishly miss him for that. We haven't always been perfect friends to each other, but I realize now that I could never abandon our friendship. He has proved that, even if I did, he would still be waiting for me to need him again. I have certainly found comfort in that.

Pictures of memories are a double edged sword. They can bring happiness, pain, nostalgia... a longing for the past or a need to erase what remained. Whatever it may be, eventually there will only be pictures. Tangible entities that can be easily dismembered, burned or forgotten. We may forget faces, events or places but every tiny detail in that photograph probably ends up defining us in some way. 

And in years to come, these letters and photographs that makes up scrapbooks will be nothing more than that - books. They will be lives of those who once lived. Their meaning will have died with the deceased and be forgotten. But right now, they are ours. Our memories, decisions, lives... So, consider the next snapshot carefully. 

"Scare tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on."  - Henry Rollins