first flash of eden

old photographs are evil. they bring back feelings that you'd long since forgotten about. they give you a false sense of hope. they bring tears to your eyes. all those smiling faces staring back at you. most of them you don't even talk to anymore. and the others...well, it's just never the same, is it? but instead of throwing away all those photographs so that you can move on with your life, you carefully cover them up so that they won't yellow or fade. you label them with dates or names if you remember them. the ones that carries the most painful memories are always the ones you most remember. and then you put them away, somewhere it'll be hard to get to, unorganized and inaccessible. but then you know that one day, you'll go back to them and in the true spirit of self-loathing, you take that trip down memory lane again, and remember all that was, realize all that isn't.