You see this photo and you think of how cute babies are,

You think of how badly you wish to have one,

You think of how joyful the girl must be in this moment captured to be
saved for an eternity to be shown for future generations, who were once
babies,
You see a piece of heaven before your eyes,
You see love with your bare eyes.
But thats not what I see.
I see a girl clinging to a bad memory,
An enchanting dream,
An old friend
A bad relationship,
A dreadful habit,
A warped body image,
A hurtful word,

I see fear.
And then, I see myself.

Do you still see a girl clinging to a cute baby?

-S