Sometimes I take pictures so I don’t have to write. Humanize my emotions with a slight tilt of frame or a purposeful shimmer of light. But I am the only one who knows why, I am the only one who knows how. To everyone else it’s just a picture, to most it’s just a strange imaginary figment of my own fucked up mind, to others its their own ache mirrored against my own. Maybe it’s like music. While some people listen painfully to the lyrics, others just enjoy the sound.