Last summer in Sicily (and Mallorca) with a broken camera Pt.3
My heart sank a little bit when I got these rolls developed. At least half the photos were completely unusable. These ones serve as a subtle reminder that nothing is perfect.
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#sicily #mallorca #deia #blackandwhite #summer #holiday
Dreamer.
I watch you sleep so often (creep),
and I fall to pieces and collect myself again
without you ever knowing.
Sometimes I remember to take a quick picture
if the light is particularly nice,
or if you look more peaceful or graceful than usual.
But mostly, I just observe you (creep).
It's the vulnerability of it, I think, that gets me.
I know you'd like to think it was the amazing s*x
or the conversations we've had,
but these are the moments when I fall deeper,
when it clicks into place, and
It's a cruel trick, that when we are safe in bed,
the mind runs amok—hurled into the abyss,
violent, out of control.
I break when I hear you scream out for Mama.
You do the work, and you're stronger than most. But
you are powerless here.
I put my hand to your face,
and you're calm again.
If you require a sententious opening, here it is — Wedged as we are between two eternities of idleness, there is no excuse for being idle now..
I am trying to put my finger on it, but it's just out of reach. I’m bursting at the seams....I think I’m stuck in a rut.
‘You’re holding it down well’. Thanks.
Some portraits of @laurachova taken with @sarafrancia during lockdown.
