Images elated by past, present and future references;
Memories that you cant change but yet can alter.
We dont see just a picture we see well everything.
We see things the naked eye never happens to pick up,
The shadows in definition and volume.
We smell the memories behind the distorted views a camera missed,
We know the tears that were caused by broken families and we know the faked smiles behind a twisted face.
When we take photos we dont just take them for the moment we take them forever.
Because when everyone amd everything is long gone at least they knew what we were looking at.
What we missed,
What we loved,
What we wanted,
What we wanted,
What we remembered.
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Indigo
PoesiaLooking through the eyes of a people you learn that there are two options: Your either plastic or dead. Being an empath isnt easy but you learn that the way you see things is much more then just black and white and growing up sideways i learned that.
