twenty-six

it was nighttime
we were bored
and i had a camera.

suddenly, everything mundane
is interesting
capturable
immortal
and as i click away
the moments abstract themselves
into something more

still, i realized
that this field i have chosen
will never let me in
because i will always be
the eye
behind the lens

i am an outsider
and destined to be
forever


(but i don't mind so much)