The sun follows
In relentless pursuit
Leaving footprints
In the sky
In relentless pursuit
Leaving footprints
In the sky
I no longer have the energy for hate. It brings me no pleasure, no relief, only tension, pain, anger.
It’s not because I’ve been put there.
Outside is a place I have chosen.
And yet, I peer inside,
Longing to be in there.
Framing the picture is easy, but the figure… the figure lacks form. A couple of poses make no improvement, until I hold my left arm out and the camera strap falls from my shoulder.