I take a photo with the old camera out of my mum’s drawer
A quick shot of life
One short silent depiction of how I view the world
I like the old films
Colours not too bright
I’m not good at photography either
Smudged pictures on 15mm
Too orange, too yellow, too bright
I like looking at people, like capturing how life is for them
I don’t like being near them
I like myself on black and white film
The heart is supposed to fall
In love,
And for someone
But mine is quiet,
Still at it’s place
It doesn’t beat in sync with someone’s
But it beats for me
I’m not giving it up
But wear it on my sleeve
And treat it gently
My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.
Virginia Woolf
— Silas Melvin
Frederick Ferdinand Schafer (German, 1839–1927) - In the White Mountains
Louise Glück, from ""Averno", Averno
@academia-lucifer
●a way to let go of my thoughts because I fear they might crush me● ||they/them||
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