I don't trust my eye, alone...
It tends to leave me at awe, alone.
It sometimes, many times, shatters a vision I madly longed for in a glimpse of a weary moment that is no longer now, or that has never been.
My eye grew on me. It became a fellow I work with, a colleague, a very devoted one though, who won't sleep before fulfilling another eye I trust.
I trust my lens, alone.
It never leaves me.
It sometimes, always, grasps the essence of the shattering life around every moment that was here, and will always linger, will always be.
My lens is everything I have. It became me, I who have tried almost everything else like everyone else just to smile and make people smile...
Now I know that whatever lays deep down inside of my stormiest storms and whatever shimmers on the surface of my soul can all erupt in the midst of the heart of a frame you'll probably end up hanging above your bed or above your heart thinking... "What was he thinking?"
