Photograph

I sometimes wonder what it will feel like to live inside a photograph

Like how quickly will i hear those thousand words printed by the photographer's identity

I Could sit for an eternity never aging a day

I'd rather wait till i'm 25 but how peaceful would that be

I imagine myself on a swing

ATop of grassy hill

Just me and one tree

Some rope dangling beneath large branches

Knots tied in the ends

And a board hovering in spring

Id prefer it to be over seas like france or holland

So i can speak my thoughts and no one is around to comprehend me

But unfortunately

To get to that happy photo filled with the thousand words of my thoughts i  have to go thru the negative

The picture negative

And take an acid bath

I Have to go thru complete darkness

And watch while the sky turns black

And i'm stuck on a smile

As if wearing a mask

I feel like i will never escape my past

But after the bath

You can auction me off

And i will become a wall piece for the highest bidder

As party guests stare at me for hours thinking that they understand me

But it takes way more than one photograph to understand my complex mentality

My mother has a box of me but i was taught to think outside of it so now

Im left leaving her just a piece of me

I feel like she lays down every night

Saying what was i thinking so mother

I am sorry

And to those who think they know me

Listen closely

I am way more than a click of a shutter button

My mind expands photography

So if you find a picture of me

I just hope that i look happy