I find something so beautiful in falling.
Flying in reverse, cool wind rushing,
freeing the hair from your eyes so you
can see the birds land on the green
trees surrounding you. Adrenaline
grabs your heart and allows you to
feel something once more before you
reach the ground, sending you into
silence after a three minute eternity.
We’re all looking at life through camera lenses
Taking pictures clear only to those who were there
Blurred for the rest of us who don’t share those memories
Some of us with fogged glass from hot-breathed ghosts of our pasts breathing down the necks of our sights
Clear for those with lives pristine
Or cracked and shattered for those beaten and fighting
No matter the state of the lens, the second the camera clicks, remember this;
Th pictures do not lie
And if the camera can see what’s in front of us;
Why can’t we?