try to recall the feeling of peanut butter stuck to the roof of your mouth.
now imagine that sensation inside of your heart, your arms, the nerves in your fingers. are you allergic to peanuts?
God has cast me aside, perhaps. a solitary goblin trudging thru the waves of life. i used to see moments of beauty, only my lowered gaze away from the camera showing me reality. now i can’t find any interest in what the mirrored body reflects.
i see your smile in the viewfinder and all i capture is pain.