far from home

my camera misses me. it sits there, staring at me with its one closed eye, silently accusatory. i can almost hear it whispering… “why aren’t your hands on me? don’t you long for the world you see through my lens?”

i miss it, capturing light through glass. i miss the magic, the perspective, the this-fills-me feeling i get when i am focused on snapping. sometimes, you just go through so much that instead of throwing yourself into things you love, you fade out of them for a time. i feel like i’ve almost forgotten how to see… how to bend this tool to my will…


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