Rose tinted lies

I look at old photographs. Frozen moments in time. Me, my lover, my teddy bear, Mohican State Park, my friends, my family. Mementos of a different time.
I don't know if the world was really simpler, but it sure seemed that way. Back when the pale white walls of my room bore no signs of being inhabited. Before I called this still seeming foreign place home. Back when it was just me, Marilyn and Audrey.
They both seem so perfect, frozen forever in film reels. Never aging, never tiring. Just entirely lovely.
But that's a dream world. That place doesn't exist anymore.
It's just another rose tinted lie.