●a way to let go of my thoughts because I fear they might crush me● ||they/them||
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P.49 / 1896
It’s staying up at night
Listening to the ticking of the clock,
the sounds from outside.
It's being distracted for just a short time
by the light of the streetlight
shining through the carelessly closed shutters
It’s hoping not having to face the next day
It’s numbing fear
Waking up the next morning,
starting the day with newfound motivation
It’s creeping up throughout the day
Doing the dishes,
writing an essay,
drinking coffee
And suddenly it’s there
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
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
“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”
— Charles Bukowski
Thoughts run around in your head
Like trying to win a marathon
You want to listen to what is said
Try to pause and halt for some
But you’re distracted
And then they’re gone