Footsteps in the hall... It was you, you..

"Pictures on my chest, it was you, it was you..."


i used to look again and again my photos as soon as after the shots.
now experiencing the other way. 
wandering in my photos when they have faded from my memory.

when they have faded from my memory
they have faded from my memory
have faded from my memory
faded from my memory
from my memory
my memory
memory