You might think i’m just,
a fifteen-year-old girl,
with brown hair,
and green eyes,
but i know that i am MORE,
WAY MORE than that,
not an alien or a dinosaur,
not a butterfly or a plant,
a camera,
a Leica M8 Rangefinder camera,
when i am given the chance,
to sit in silence,
when i can be left alone,
abandoned by the world,
i am a Leica M8 Rangefinder camera observing,
watching,
taking in my surroundings,
noticing every detail,
and after a snapshot is taken,
my near-photographic memory never forgets,
each memory imprinted into my brain,
never to be forgotten,
my mental shutter clicks,
and like magic an image is created,
i become a camera,
a complex object,
that is made of many complex parts,
little pieces of machinery,
that are precisely made to fit together,
but when one breaks or gets damaged,
the camera fails to work properly,
pictures turn out distorted,
physical representations of memories tainted,
exaggerated,
the brown-haired, green-eyed girl,
is a camera,
an observant, elegant, exquisite camera,
all in one snapshot.