Standstill

You see that photo frame back there, leaning on the wall?

The one that's gathering dust?

That's me.

The photo inside has already yellowed, be it from the years gone by or just plain carelessness. The photo frame was supposed to protect it. Protect the memories from being forgotten.

But it couldn't. And neither could I.

Now in this time and place, all I have left are impressions, what could have been, the what ifs.

But still, it is better than nothing.

As while the frame could not protect the picture, it protected the all the things I had left.