Holding the camera.
You are no longer present.
You are no longer there.
An observer from far, far away.
Many miles, many days and decades away from a moment, you clicked on that camera in your hands.
There's no evidence that you took it or that you are not still there as you put it away.
People call your name, but you're too late.
They don't see you in the frame.
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When you try so hard to preserve something that you forget to experience it.
YOU ARE READING
Life Beneath The Words At Play
PoesieMy poetry is only to fill blank pages. You decide how to color it in. That meaning, you can interpret the poems the way you want. I only put the words together, and you decide the rest :) Yet another poem dump for my unorganized mess that is my poe...
