I was obsessed with “picture perfect”, I searched the world inside and out, For a single moment I could say, Is what life’s all about, My life was viewed through lenses, My camera a medal worn with pride, I thought it held the moments, That I’d always keep inside, But looking back at photos, I can’t remember how I felt, The noises that the world made, Or the way the warm air smelt, I don’t remember how the day was, If it was going good or bad, I’ve just a snapshot of a moment, That nobody even had, So I gave away my camera, And now use my eyes instead, To take photos for the scrapbook, That I’ve made inside my head, I always thought my photos, Were ways to make my moments last, But you remember life much better, When you don’t view it all through glass.
—e.h
I always thought my photos
were ways to make my memories last
But you remember life much better,
when you don’t view it through the Glass
It is beautiful and sounds like me also, just beautiful.
This could not describe me any better.
And am wearing glasses for fuck sake 🙁
Correct.. most beautiful moments are captured by the hearts not with lenses:-) 🙂 🙂
wow
The Minds Journal, capturing moments using the heart stays forever and can remember details such as feelings…the heart remembers which the eyes and mind can easily forget.
It is just what i think. … people that run after images don' t live the moment
Beautiful..
…cool poem…