the easiest advice to give, is the hardest advice to take
maybe my pictures developed too soon color and the angles slightly skew i saw it as an art and never complained with a grain of salt, i took it as it came
but the lens is cracked and dirty now i can't see what i once viewed so clear the more i blur my vision, the less i cry until the next time
i'm hearing music that i wasn't supposed to hear sweet satisifying noises to entertain as i try to push it all away
trying to tape the pieces back to where they used to be when i first looked every step of the way, i blame myself for what i lack contradicting the comfort that i took
friends, strangers hear my life in silence they tell me to step away but when i've come to believe in the pictures not yet taken how can i...?