ChasingShadowsPhoto

there are indescribable feelings; like when you find a photograph of your mother tucked away into the corner of a dresser or under a cabinet no one has swept for a year her eyes stare at you from behind the polaroid frame, fearless and beautiful in her youth. she is not the same. time has changed her, but you can see her in the slope of her nose and the lilt of her smile, features you strive and fail to find in your own face she is beautiful. your stomach clenches and tears are clawing at your eyes, but you cannot put the picture down. it makes you feel sick and you do not like it, but you cannot put the picture down. there is a noose pull