I find it an odd phenomenon that we smile in photos. The common practice of lining up in a half circle, arms around each other, gritting out teeth and counting 1-2-3. When it was first invented, photographs were portraits, and were meant to catalog a person’s face. Now, they’re meant to create memories. We want our portraits to be accurate, but our memories to be happy. Even to the point of fabrication.
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Silence is the most obscure sound I’ve ever heard. Those lonely, giant spaces in-between your every word, & maybe I’m totally crazy for holdin’ on, But just cause I’m insane don’t mean that I’m wrong. Now that you’re gone I can’t sleep at night, I barely even function right. My memory’s on overdrive, too hungry and too cold to cry. Miss the companionship I once took for granted. The way you helped me manage, the partnership that vanished. But I don’t expect you to stay chained by the ankle. There’s so much world to see, so, fly free my angel. I’m dying without you, but it’s teaching me to live. Heaven ain’t something someone else can give, it’s all inside of me.
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Marcelo Gallegos. Wind-Up Birds. Mixed media on paper.
