Staring at the past can awaken all of the senses in a flash, this is what the power of photography is.
Staring at an empty pupa arouses my feelings of regret, this is how photography can be guilty of.
I missed the first wink a pretty butterfly should have given to me the moment she has squeezed herself out into this fantasy world.
She must be fancy. And I should have smiled back while she was dancing. For me.
The story of romance never started. Until we meet again, staring at the crowd, I shall never find her.
The is how photography makes me paranoid.