A little extra help holding on.
My memory is shoddy; part of the reason I take so many photographs is so I can remember.
Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely.
And so this is why I keep snapping, to retain these truths of my own experience. To freeze in time where I’ve been and what I’ve seen. To hold onto a little bit of… everything. Sometimes, one needs a little help holding onto certain memories.
Others, of course, stick to us without effort. Life is funny that way.
The things we truly love stay with us always, locked in our hearts as long as life remains.