Photograph

The booming sounds radiate through my body,
like being struck by lighting.
Gallons of water,
crashing, colliding into the into the deep, dark depths below.
The roaring surge of water,
Is an infinite loop.

That moment,
frozen,
captured in time.
A moment that I can say will always be mine.

A moment that I can go to,
a moment that will give me life,
a feeling of freedom and adventure.
A way that I can escape the real word.

Leaving that moment and back into the real world,
staring at the photograph that leads into my dream-world.
Sitting on the shelf, gathering dust,
leaving behind the memories,
that once existed.