Snapshots
I never realized how much power a photographer holds.
They can make you seem majestic-
like those snapshots of people running through fields,
their skirts billowing behind them,
their hair- glistening in the sun,
their feet not seeming awkward at all,
but positioned like those of a well-versed dancer.
They can also make you seem real.
Truly real.
There is power in raw material.
The unedited, unchanged, unfiltered lives of people.
Real people.
The happy snapshots of life before tragedy strikes are the most powerful.
In them, people live.
After them, lives are changed.
I had a friend once- who took snapshots
of everyone's lives but her own:
Goofy selfies and sun kissed polaroids.
I sometimes wonder what we
would've seen if she flipped the lens.
-❀Oleander✿
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A Manuscript From Midnight
PoetryA collection of passages (most are sad) that I've written late at night when my brain decides to go into crisis mode. Enjoy!
