The Project of My Obsession.

The Project of My Obsession.

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CLICK, SNAP, FLASH. All sound Ezekiel was used to hearing. His world filled with this as of the last few years. Each click, each snap of his camera, capturing the fleeting beauty of the world. Each flash slowly dulling his own world, slowly graying. The passion, the love, the care for his work, slowly fleeting just like the green of the plants. The sky seemingly always the same shade of blue. The people, never ending to change. Nothing was different, the pictures he once loved now becoming a nuisance. "He's perfect, no picture can purely capture his beauty." The chatter of the room seemingly stilled. The world stopped moving as he watched the other male. The color slowly returning into his world. Green looking brighter then ever in the flower and plant filled room. He was the most beautiful of all of the flowers. The beating of Ezekiel's heart thundered in his ears, his hands had trembled, slowly snapping a photo of the opposing male. "No matter the amount of photos will be able satiate the hunger for him." A slow burn, of obsession, of need, to an unhealthy degree.
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