I have a picture of you on my shelf. You and all my other friends from before. You’re all still my friends, but times have changed and that was years ago. I forgot about the pictures, that they were there, that you were looking at me. But today I noticed.

I studied the look on your face that day, what you must have been thinking while we got our picture taken. It’s weird to think what we went through, what just a simple picture means, but it’s there ya know, and I remembered.

There’s a select few that are out on the shelf gazing into my room, which is good because I made the right choice on who gets to be out. The others are in an album somewhere, under my bed I think.

I forgot what it meant ya know, to have your picture on my shelf. The comfort that comes with looking at you is deep. I can remember you at that moment in my moments of indecisiveness. It’s a cool thing, to have that power over me, I think.

Everyone should remember why they put those certain people up around there room, and why that event was important. It’s a wicked thing to remember ya know… empowering.