Will always reblog these photos if ever I am to stumble upon
Upon the grave of something that once lay in a distant place (a monument)
A simple scene on painted grass
Garish sun spheres haphazardly placed
As a tree in plantation,
Surrounding a man
Or women and devoured babe
As they stare past the face of a single photographer (and all his crew of course)
Knowing full well that only the lens stares back at them
With enough intensity
To show the whole world again
What has been
On that fateful day.
I was looking at a photo I love and I made this up, I haven’t written in ages, I’m glad to and feel that I should do so more. I also seem to feel the need to explain myself a lot these days, I should put that to use in writing perhaps.