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Suggested By: Elizabeth (follow her blog at adropinthecloud.blogspot.com)

A flash in you eyes. Blindness takes over and your eyesight slowly fades back into view.

In reality, that blindness has always been in place; starting small at first with blinders keeping you focused straight ahead, becoming ignorant to your surroundings. You begin to believe that what you wanted only sat straight ahead, making you ignorant to your surroundings. Slowly, over time, your eyes glaze over when something new passes in front of you, like shades have been lowered closed, hiding your soul from the outside world.
 
All it took was one flash to change your perspective; a quick moment of passing in your lie. Memories that now are framed for eternity, hanging in the back of your mind, nailed to the walls of your heart. Memories too easily accessible in the photo albums that refuse to gather dust on the shelves of your former lives, somehow always making the trip with you as you move to another period of time.

The memories flood your mind in a multitude of styles. The bombastic, full-color photos sit in the forefront, projecting themselves out towards any new experience; a memory to show to others to represent your current state of mind. Those memories also serve as a reminder of how you got to where you are and what actions you take to journey further through the flip book that is your future. The actions might never be perfect, but it is how you want to be seen; sometimes sticking in the scrapbook of someone else's memories, sometimes just a flash of the bulb to others. 

Sepia-toned photos fall from the albums, over-handled and over exposed. These are the memories you bring out too often while alone; that you recall to others after becoming comfortable over many turns through the pages of your past. The more they are handled, the blurrier they become; the original meaning behind the memory becoming hazier and hazier. They've gotten so faded that it has become lost; the moment, changing constantly, until it becomes an unrecognizable mess. Can you find a way to restore these photos to their original state to clear their meaning for yourself?

In the back of your mind lies a special pile of pictures, piled high in a dark corner; the emotions stack just as high, bubbling over when you find that special someone. You know they are there, but never bring them out. These are the ones that are too special to share, frozen in black and white, candid shots from your past that mean so much that you do not wish to let the outside world ruin them for you. 

These are the memories that you hold on to the longest. The ones that, no matter the cost, you will make sure are with you forever. They are the truth, the real you. There is an evolution to them; these memories that come from all of the corners of your past. The past, has a way of sticking with you, gradually exposing it's lessons to you while you sit and mull the significance of the shapes that slowly swim in to focus. Just wait, more memories will come to you. They will swim in to focus, emerging from the darkness, developing over time. 

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