A moment caught between light and leaving
a hand half-raised, a shadow retreating,
the world whispering through the glasses
a hand half-raised, a shadow retreating,
the world whispering through the glasses
Look.
the shades of light and dark
saying this was once alive in some way.
saying this was once alive in some way.
Images ache with distance and perception
And memories are always dressed in permanence
the air around it thick and decadent with
And memories are always dressed in permanence
the air around it thick and decadent with
shades.
time trying not to disappear.
time trying not to disappear.
We rehearse pretending,
pretending the stillness is enough to break through time.
But the pulse has gone
into the silence behind the frame.
pretending the stillness is enough to break through time.
But the pulse has gone
into the silence behind the frame.
A face becomes a relic
A smile becomes a ghost, and a person becomes pain.
Collect. Shift. Full Send.
enjoy your beautiful remains of moments.
Shoot.
Truly pulses of time we never fully own.
These things are caged in heartbeats that will eventually…
flatline.
What is it we seek in the captured light?
A proof of love or a soft defiance?
whispering I was here. I lived. I loved. I was here.
A proof of love or a soft defiance?
whispering I was here. I lived. I loved. I was here.
Every photograph will be a small resurrection.
A connection pressed against the edge of loss
For how long?
the stillness that somehow will always spill breath.
