"your phone is running out of space" my phone, notified. Each picture in my gallery I glanced, which one to delete my mind, terrified.
Maybe that of the pointless clouds, pointless? That's aesthetic, Maybe the one with my grandparents where I look pathetic.
But the one with them is precious, because there's them in it,
Alright, that one selfie where I didn't fit!
No, not that one there are your closest friends,
That one selfie sure it needs to go to the bin, what about those internet trends?
The camera lenses captured the wrinkles of my great grandmother greatly, Pictures that bring people to life precisely!
That one picture of the guy I've had a crush on, neverrrr that very picture for minutes makes me blush on!
My weird habit of keeping a picture of those whom I meet, to my phone which has no space is a backseat!
My gallery now just full of different faces, reminds me of different times, moments and places!
But where am I, my mind questions, "A bit in all these people" my heart answers!
Reassuring it tells me " you're a mix of all those whom you love" , these pictures as sweet as my first ice cream serve!
I'm keeping them forever, and ever and ever!
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Evocation.
PoetryMy phone's picture gallery is preoccupied with pictures of people whom I've met in my life, this is a weird habit of mine and I believe that it would not change sooner, but just like my many other flaws, here I, Embrace it with open arms! do give it...
