only on celluloid
perfect lines and varied hues of colors envelope the entirity of my lens. i paused for a moment to readjust, but the angle was horrible, just one of those inequities of life that you can't get right because somethings were never meant to be. the photographs just wouldnt do it justice anyhow, all the chemicals in the world would just be stains, life attempting to imitate art, true art. a natural thing of such charicter, such flavor, an essense untameable even to modern marvles, mans tools, and my camera. no theres just no way that the thousand words any picture is worth would ever be able to begin to describe this, the magnificence of the moment. when things are just so right, it feels so wrong and no matter how i try to hold on to this, this elegant portrait of the here, the now, the soon to pass and be the past. it's funny how you can find so much through an eye so small. the shutter blinks the moment away and the sun hangs low over the tree line, stars peek out in pale blue skies giving rise to a faded washed out image of the moon. the moment is gone and only chemicals will tell the tale, a faint reminder that will carry on. collect dust, and eventually wear away and though ill always be able to look back, remember and maybe even smile at the thought, at our moment, it will never do justice all the unspoken words between us, all the things we never needed to say. indescribeable sensations that our vauge sences combined can only begin to explain and describe. ot maybe it's just wishful thinking. hoping that where i saw sparks there would give way for flames of the most intense heats, to think that we would be burnt and melt and somewhere in the midst of all of it, we could watch the skies open up, watch the cities turn to ash and spread like wildfire a colapse of reality, but would you have it all if i offered or is this just business as usual for you, ill admit my intentions are hardly shrouded in professionalism, but we are after all just friends and i suppose we'd hardly want to risk ruining and blowing away what we have, burning what bridges we've already tried so hard to set in stone. the risk though, it's so enticing, so hard to resist and what would life be without a little bit of adventure, even if it only lasted moments, days at best. wouldnt it be worth saying at least we tried. i doubt you'd think so. but i guess that's what makes us so diferant, i guess that's why somethings never change and i guess somethings never will. and unspoken words will remain unspoken, and when the sun sets, the chemicals set and we've gone our seperate ways, it'll just be another plesant picture in a collection of could haves and would haves and should haves. perfect lines and hues and colors lost in a blink, passed in a breath and forgotten in the blink of a shutter.