looking through pictures is how I stay sane.
my life is a collection of images- frames upon frames upon frames upon frames upon
my opinion regarding who I was and
everyone's varying ideas regarding what I am supposed to become.
These pictures trace my life in ovalesque ellipsoids,
translucent reality just a breath away from the very tangible orbits that define my present
Every now and again, I happen upon his forbidden smile
and I watch it for a while
as it turns,
Both of us lingering for just an instant beneath the ambient noises of New Year's Eve.
I am stronger than I ever was before but
it still brings
me to
my knees.
and suddenly
pictures are not enough to keep me sane.
