People are complicated. Relationships are complicated. Life is complicated. They're complicated because you Can't define them; they mean different things to different people. But that's also what makes them so special
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I liked capturing the perfect moments. For example: When leaves fall, but sway left or right and pause for that perfect moment. Where the shade compliments the dark spots of a dying tree, yet the caterpillars become humored in the fact that knowing that that tree is full of new leaves and all the old half bitten tampered leaves are dead. "What a beautiful meal". They think to themself, yet we as humans see it as just, a tree. And for that reason. If being just that reason. I chose photography. Nature has its ups and downs, but with photography even the worst moments taken as a picture can be beautiful. From tornadoes rambling fields to cracked roads from an earthquake. Photography puts me in an imagination. It gives me a different life. And for that reason, I love capturing moments. Human lives can be complicated. And I hate it, but then there are those moments. Those moments that you remember and you laugh or smile at the thought of them. Reminiscing on that specific day or time. Wishing you can go back there or just relive that moment, but I can't. And it saddens me. So, I take pictures and call them life.
On Monday the 16th At 5pm Eight months ago My friend and I walked into an empty classroom. At 5:25pm Less than half an hour later We walked out again She was the same But I walked out of that room a different person.
On Monday the 16th At 5pm Eight months ago I thought I was going to have a normal conversation At 5:25pm Less than half an hour later We ended the conversation and left She was untroubled But I was pale and shaking with shock
On Monday the 16th At 5pm Eight months ago I had complete trust in the girl who sat opposite me At 5:25pm Less than half an hour later She walked me to up to my mum's car She didn't think differently of me But I was terrified of her
On Monday the 16th At 5pm Eight months ago I walked into a room with anxiety and depression At 5:25pm Less than half an hour later I walked out with anxiety, depression and PTSD My friend didn't realise it But I wouldn't ever forget that day
Trauma doesn't have to be huge road accidents or witnessing death Trauma doesn't have to be in all the newspapers Trauma doesn't have to be public or obvious
Because on Monday the 16th Between 5 and 5:25pm Eight months ago In a small classroom At the back of our school music block I experienced trauma By someone who I considered then and consider now To be my friend