It was just a picture.
Words I recounted, and No one knew it other than myself.
There's nothing to prove,, when I repeat..
It was just a picture.
A picture that speaks louder than words
Scarced down deep within the soul.,
No name for it other than a picture.,
I was myself, body soul and spirit clearly presented but far gone long before the shots taken.
I felt nothing and didn't hear it snapped.
Both creatures at the side could had bare me witness..
But it was just a picture.
Maybe, maybe not.. We were present in same realm.
I didn't see them other than myself enclosed in my world.,
And for the hundrenth times, it was just a pictures;
A picture no mounts of words could express, proven baseless but indeed it was more than a picture could tell!
>Photo credit is mine.