she screams ever so silently

Ah, it's been such a cloudy foggy day today. Maybe just as foggy as my clouded mind and as much of a blurr as these photographs. There is something very beautiful about a polaroid. The immediacy... The intimacy. The sense of timelessness, so caught in the moment that these simple white borders bring. I squint just to see the clearer picture.. to experience the bigger picture. A little open window it seems. As if I didn't sense a camera there.

The blurr... the age of an image. Nothing is forever they say. It is not true. Maybe a popularized myth. Everything is forever. A picture is a thousand words. A thousand words that is forever for thousand years to come. I share with you the past. The present is not something I can hold tightly onto. It slips my fingertips every time. You can always turn around and trace the footsteps you once took. The past is the only perfect reflection of the present.

I stare into the eyes of my past. So black and white. Unclear, yet I can still feel the exact thoughts and emotions that ran through me at that exact moment. Simply beautiful... Just how a photograph scream something ever so silently. The art... the expression... the magic... is held only within your eyes, and within your mind.