Lost in an image

Dear Diary,
I'm holding an old picture of myself. I remember those days. I was so happy. Nothing fazed me. What happened to those days? Why can't I bring them back?Why do they float around, untouchable, uncatchable, and then they're gone. I want to go back to that picture, back to that place, back with that person. I want to be in that scene, in that moment, in then. But yet, it is just a moment, just a scene, a silly minute in time, cpatured in a black and white. I am content then, I am unaware,oblivious, young. Everything I wanted to be, everything I'll never get back. Was that true happiness? Was that the only time I will ever feel complete? My only happiness, held in a picture displayed on my desk, haunting my conscience, polluting my mind, destroying my soul. Dear Diary, I am holding a picture, I will never destroy.
Sincerely,
Lost in an image