My phone could not capture,
What I want you to picture,
How wonderful of a sight,
The moon is tonight.
Still, I take photos as reminders,
So my memory can paint whatever it remembers.
Photos are journal entries,
One goes back to,
To remember how it felt,
Sounded, smelled, tasted.
I remember how it used to annoy my highschool classmates,
That I took a lot of photos of even the most ramdom moments.
But after a few years, they finally realized the importance of photographs.
They'd randomly check those photos to reminisce.
Shot using low quality phone and digital camera,
Some are pixelated, others are blurry.
But it doesn't matter because,
Nostalgia still kicks in.
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