wind blows through me..

I can't believe a photo, color on plastic paper can effect me so much. Jus when i've settled down with all that has happened, it slips out, falls and lands gently on my office desk. The colors, blurry at first, slowly merges to form an image of you. Memories shoot and flood my head cluttering and disorienting me.

Sigh.

I fear i'll be walking on broken glass for a long time.