Perspective

What does it feel like to be loved by someone who thinks of you as an angel despite you being the other way around? A person who describes you as pretty as the city light, a newly opened book, the sunrays of the sunrise, the golden color of the sunset, the sound of the rain, the smell of a perfume, the color of the sky, a photo captured by a digital camera, the moon, the tall buildings, the atmosphere in the province, and all the things that can
describe someone in a poetic way.

There are those days that I wonder: What did I do for you to look at me with those soft eyes? When you pause to look at me, holding your camera...

...what do I look like from your perspective?

What does it feel like to be the subject of your poetry, the muse of your art, and the model for your photography?

What does it feel like to be written in a book that is made from your perspective?

07/12/24
shaia

(book cover not mine, credits to the owner of the photo)