That was then

A perfect moment shared captured imperfectly, one that will resonate but only with the ones that were there. An artwork created and shared between two, a moment in their time. Two walls two sets of photographs, one of the night before and one of the now, but as I write this, that now is already then. We only have now, yes we can look back, but then while we are looking back we are robbing ourselves of now, the only thing that exists. Looking back can shape our thoughts around now, but imagine all those thoughts from our past are the ones casting a shadow on our now, sabotaging all our potential and future possibilities. What if that was then and this is now, and then was just a movie, a figment of our imagination. Could our now really be ours to fully enjoy?