I haven’t photographed anything in half a year. I’m slowly getting the itch again. When I did pick up my camera my battery was dead…HA!
Stockholm Syndrum of Life
Life she tease me, calls me a cynical bastard.
Tells me I’m afraid to try , to trust.
She entices me with the things I want
sort of like the apple before the horse.
Just when I reach my hand out.
She pulls it back slowly teasing me with a hint of pain and pleasure.
A finger nails lenght away and then
its so far out of sight it disappears with a hearty laugh from her
So I just retreat to my cave to brood. Too stupid not to be enticed again
I guess you can say I have Life Stockholm Syndrum