17 December 2008
I don't want to write tonight.
In the camera, I could see it again as my teenage self: not from a polished, well-planned production, but from the breathless angles of adolescent passion. The framing brought a smile to my lips, auto-focus unable to keep pace with the frenzy as new eyes try desperately to devour where they should savor.
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