They say it is never too late to do the right thing.
Will it be awkward to reach out one last time?
It isn't fair if one is benefited
and one isn't.
Or is it?
What shall I do for the ones I let go by mistake?
Should those who have cut me out of the picture
be aware of my forgiveness?
I never know where to start.
It always occurs that they know
where to
end.
Is one in control of every relationship?
Who is really taking the picture?
Holding a camera
seeing how the image will appear.
The flash representing the moment.
The friendship photoshopped,
the antagonist cropped out by the
protagonist.
Who has the right to cut anyone out?
Where do these rights come from?
How do these images not burn for some?
Is it me
or
the camera.
What am I doing wrong?