There’s a sense of redemption
packed with each disposable camera.
Twenty-seven exposures
proving that your life is photogenic
and worth keeping track.
Twenty-Two showed a happy life.
Yet, they fulfilled their purpose,
as snapshots.
There are no dynamics to develop
no circumstances to consider.
Just a smile, a kiss, a hope.
Distinct from letters or videos
pictures inspire much more than to just look,
by asking one simple question:
Why did you push the button?
Instead of capturing your hair,
waving goodbye,
or your softly spoken “I’m sorry”
or the empty side of the bed.
I chose a legacy of blurry smiles,
intertwined hands that show no reality,
no indication that pushing the button
will prove these twenty-two memories
were not taken in vain,
in light of the hundreds just like it…
of you and him,
with new hands woven like patch work.
In five clicks, I have to justify developing this film.
In five moments, I have to show that yesterday
was worth such a legacy.
Five stitches to piece together a soul.
Five reasons for twenty-two attempts
at proving that this was not just a thousand words.
Rather, enough words to explain why I still wake up
why I get out of bed and want
to check the box for "Doubles Prints"...
but it’s getting expensive expressing this kind of optimism,
hoping that maybe we can just copy and paste
smiles like party favors.
“Hi, welcome to our shindig, make sure to try the cheese ball.
Take photos of everything because these moments are once in a lifetime!”
Heh, maybe that’s where the problem lies.
Each flash instilled so much stock in whatever we point at.
Normally, we’re just eating cake, but CLICK
it’s a fiesta! Something we never want to forget... ever.
Maybe that’s the real problem.
Where’s the incentive to remember?
to hold on to those memories?
With one click, we have little windows into a bigger picutre
to remind us of where we were when the world fell apart.
Twenty-Seven shots later, those windows have become walls, but that's ok.
Just point, shoot, and tuck away.
Just point, shoot, and forget… and repeat. Twenty six times.
Save one, because I want to capture the look on your face
when you tell me that I never gave you second chance…
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