i miss photography.

i was good.

i am good.

i miss my imagination coming out on a piece of dead tree.

i miss capturing time.

i miss the morbidity i transcribed.

i miss going outside with my sister near sunset and making her dress up.

making her jump in a freezing cold pool in January.

making her lie down in the street.

i miss controlling light.

i miss making my poetic lines come to life with a snapshot.

i miss manipulating reality.

i am going to change all of this.

i am going to afford a camera worth artistic endeavors.

i am

i am

i am