Pictures

the other day i was transfering my pictures from one computer to the other. i looked at all these pictures that i didnt even think i still had on my computer. i saw all the memories flash before my eyes. i was reminded of all these memories during the last year of school. i almost cried seeing some of those pictures that i know will never happen again. all of our group has been split by time and different view points. we have started to grow up and form new friends and leave the old ones behind. it is a good thing and maybe some of those friendships needed to be severed, but i know of some that were just split apart by just drifting. drifting down the river of life at a different pace then the other pieces of wood. and maybe it was no fault of anyone. i looked at some of the pictures longer then others, and i remembered those nights we were all together and nothing seemed like it could go wrong. the world was blocked out and we were in our own reality. no one could bring us down from the top. i remember those parties that brought us together maybe we didnt like everyone at the party or there was always that one couple that caused problems, but we had fun and danced the nights away, even if there wasnt supposed to be dancing. these pictures represent those moments that i spent in escape. escape from reality and into my own world. i smile at all the pictures because it means those memories may not be the front ones in everyone’s mind but it doesnt mean they are gone. one look at the pictures and i am brought back to that moment in my life. i look at the pictures and remember that after next year we will be moving apart for college, and that makes me sad but excited also. excited to see the new adventures and meeting new friends. with all this moving apart i hope that our group remembers even if we said some hurtful words, broke hearts, or just drifted apart along the river, if someone were to call upon me in need of encouragement or to listen or for comfort, i will answer them with no judgement with no memory of those hurtful moments. just remember who those friends were during high school, friends that went through probably the roughest times together, and through some of the happiest moments together. i stare at these memories in picture form. i know that some of those people i am no longer close to, but if they asked for something i would be there in a second to help. i realize i may never be as close as friends with some of them because of those words said or actions taken in a moment of weakness and surrendering to their inner self and worries, but i will never erase them from my mind. i realize that some of the friends i am closer now then i ever was. i want to become closer still and continue the friendship through my whole life. and i realize that some of the people in those pictures are new friends, some i met a year ago or sooner. i want to be able to learn more about them and become closer with them.

the pictures remind me that my friends are the best people to turn to. even if i dont want to hear what they have to say. they know me best, and sometimes a little too good. they are my escape from my house and my reality.