I take pictures of everything.
It's like a feeling that takes over me.
I've watched my friends snicker at me,
I've watched their questioning gaze.
I'd like to think it derives from a sense of appreciation for the world.
But maybe it's more from struggling to let go.
I cannot let go of people, or moments,
or anything really.
Something as simple as a picture can take me right back.
May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 8:55 PM UTC
I take pictures of everything.
It's like a feeling that takes over me.
I've watched my friends snicker at me,
I've watched their questioning gaze.
I'd like to think it derives from a sense of appreciation for the world.
But maybe it's more from struggling to let go.
I cannot let go of people, or moments,
or anything really.
Something as simple as a picture can take me right back.
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