The moment where life tumbles
into place after tripped by scars
and the standards set by society;
the moment where life finally manages
to cross the bridge without falling
into the sea of lies and insanity.

The moment when your mother
tells you that your smile captured
by the lens of the an object created
to cherish so-called memories when
our minds begin to deceive us--that
your smile is not worthy to be part of
the definition of a camera's job.

"You don't look pretty," she stared
without an emotion jumping between
her eyes.

"Delete the