Is it just me, or it happens to you too?

 

The week that's passed is often marked by the happenings of Saturday or Friday,
while the escapades of Monday or Sunday before them, like old photos, begin to fade away.

Old photos, that once promised to anchor us to the past, to transport us to days that once were a blast,
become just glossy papers, cold to touch, promising much, but are no saviors, as such.

Is it just me, or it happens to you too?

The memories, like old photographs, fade away, leaving us with something much less than what we thought was a forever glue,
between me and between you.