SIGH.....

One might view this as an image similar to that of love represented by a woman's hold in a man's embrace. Another might view this as 2 runaway teens astray on the railroad tracks in an embrace emitting frequencies of co-dependency after a long weeks binge. Another may view it with the eye of a critic, detailing the adjustments to be made to the color and levels of contrast while quietly imagining how to edit the areas that just don't work.

I see this image and I remember my innocence. I remember what it was like to feel without the numbing sensation of fear. I remember the quietude of my mind granting me the ability to focus on the number of times my heart beat in one moment. While gazing at this image, I am reminded of how true I once felt, how real life was and how colorful even the blandest landscapes were. Looking back, I now remember that this emotion I felt called "love" was really never a feeling. I look back and I recognize that it was in actuality, my ability. My hands are shaking, but I will continue to prepare to be surprised. Because every now and then, everybody is entitled to too much perfection :)