He looked at his object with an eye. So, he came closer to clarify. An angle that will compliment for each element. A product that can make a statement. He chose the bright colors to incorporate. Because her smile suited a great light. He focused the subject, and suddenly it was fading. She was started running. Running, from the picture perfect life that he created. She was a medium of unrealistic bliss. And found herself out of nowhere. People envied her but they didn’t know the truth. She was missing the unfiltered life. She spaced out, and her heart was bruised. He was definitely imaginative. And fooled by unreachable perspective. He looked at his object with an eye. Thinking, with her was a root of a great life.
I wrote this during the fall season, and at the same time my brother and his girlfriend broke up. And that situation was my inspiration to just write as I see him every single day trying to figure out all the answers to all his questions.