A glimpse. click
A taste. click

A sound. click
A smell. click

Just a click of a camera,
or imprints pressed down in your mind.
Sometimes I wish my camera
Wasn't cracked,
that I could see things through clear eyes,
with a brightness I've replaced
as I try to see what's true or lies.
I wish I could see, not just look,
to tell exactly
what everything
is to
Me.

*click