Polaroids - Nevasca

Which story have we left?

You think it means something

But you are one of them

And world can live without you

It seems like we twirled in the film

And we will never be processed

And shutter will scroll us again and again

Memorizing the same pictures

Coil will scroll us from time to time

We are spoiled by the light

Someday.

someone will find us in the old stuff

In hopes to remember the old times

But we won’t be there

We didn’t find any place to stay

We didn’t find any place to be