Past

I miss friends. I miss the days of endless nights, laughter. I miss the time. I feel like all I own anymore are old photographs. Like past relationships, they stack up and gather dust, often being nothing more than a distant memory, a lesson learned. A mission accomplished.
I want to photograph. I miss the days of pretend photo shoots and experiments. My dearest friends becoming my models, my muses. My days are now spent coveting others mastery work. I miss it all. Road trips with my canon counterpart.
This one's to you, old photographs. You hold the memories I hold so dear.
We'll be together soon.