Seeing Through

I don't get photographs. I mean the sentimental, keepsake kind, not the artistic interperative kind.

I look at me, as a toddler, at Christmas, and all I see is me as a toddler at Christmas. But I can also look past that and get new ideas.

I look into mirrors and see the same old thing. I look through the mirror, or past the mirror, into the world behind it, and I see something so spectacular; a new road that has yet to be travelled, leading to more untrekked passages.

All for the moonbeams.