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May 20, 2015

It isn't really a matter

Of hearing the shutter sound

When a picture is taken

It's not a matter of what is posted

And what gets liked

It's not a matter of capturing the picture

It is the matter of capturing the memory

Because in a split second

You have captured a moment of time

And

You now hold a piece of history within your hands

Every single day we do not capture

The silent smiles

Or the warm hugs

But we capture the moments with those whom we love

Because sometimes life isn't about what the picture looks like

It's about the moment when it's current

There are photos left on shelves

And there are

Moments left on shelves

Because no one dared to capture them

Mountain tops buried by deep sunsets

That are now forgotten on the face of the earth,

The panorama that will never be...

Life is not a matter of what can be seen

Or mesmerized

But life is a matter of capturing

So that we can remember

That at least for one minute in time

We were loved

And for once

We were a piece of memory that in the future,

just may be remembered

-m.c.-

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