Unspoken Poetry

photography

I was obsessed with "picture-perfect."

I searched the world inside and out

for a single moment I could say

is what life's all about

my life was vied through lenses

my camera a medal worn with pride

I thought it held the moments

that I'd always keep inside

but looking back at the photos

I can't remember how I felt

the noises that the world made

or the way the warm air smelt

I don't remember how the day was

if it was going good or bad

I've just a snapshot of a moment

that nobody even had

so I gave away my camera

and now use my eyes instead

to take the photos for the scrapbook

that I've made inside my head

I always thought my photos

were ways to make my moments last

but you remember life so much better

when you don't view it all through glass