i take too many pitcures
it is known
thousands upon thousands
small moments digitally enslaved
they prove to me that i have existed
there was love and joy and sunlight
spread like white sand on a gulf beach
scattered like stars over the Carribean
there was Tuscany and Iceland
there was London and New York
there was a past that i stand upon
a high mountain pushed into the sky
that gives me vantage to see a future.