I’m trying to be what you want me to be
But it seems the harder I try
The less you think of me
The harder I try
You go further away from me
I want you to notice me
Just a second will do
All it takes is a glance
A smile as you pass me
A wave if I see you
A nod
It’s just one second, just a little bump in a whole life span
I’m not asking for much
Is it really that hard to spare a second
I’ve sacrificed years to you
I’ve lied for you
Take my last breath I’d die for you
Do you really need to ask why
It’s not complicated
It all comes down to one and only one reason
Like the Plain White Tees said
Theres only 1 way
2 say
These 3 words
I love you

As photographers we see the world differently
We look around and see a beautiful picture
As a “regular” person we see drudging task of life
Photographers see a glistening meadow full of white
“Regular” people see a biter cold with biting wind
Photographers see the world through lenses that act as eyes
“Regular” people think all philosophically and scientifically
Photographers think what would look best
A black and white photograph
Or
A sketch that looks like a picture
Photographers are artist and nothing less
So don’t mistake them for “regular” people

A row of cords on a glistening guitar layed side by side, new and untouched. A new world they seemed to share as they dwelled together in content.
When lean fingers struck them, they played a beautiful melody that nothing could compare to the harmonies that they sung.
They heard the voices sing as they played and they danced along the roaring flames of light tunes. They shared together seas of memories as the clock ticked by until...until it went aray.
Amongst the wires of iron one was there no longer, space taking it's place.
No more did the cords play melodies, harmonies or artistary. They stayed quite, droplets of sorrow slid down the oak base of their home.
But one day...one day the space was no longer empty, but instead another untainted wire stood firm.
However even though the missing cord was replaced, nothing could fill the empty spaces in their hearts.

Nothing is more dangerous,
Than a woman scorn,
Equipped with a bow and arrow,
Shooting at a man naked as the day he was born.
So be afraid little men,
Or you won't see the light again.
Treat a woman as your equal,
And your life will be peaceful.