Old photographs,
sitting in a shoe box
hiding in my room.
I fell away from myself,
Got lost in the negatives of memories.
So many years have gone by
doctoring the truth,
print after print.
But negatives never lie,
Those images caught in sun light,
can't be seen in the darkness.
As the shutter closes more negatives pile up,
followed by the prints.
Doctored, burnt, dodged,
changed.
But the negatives never lie,
put them up to the light.
See the truth reflected in shadows,
Shades of psychedelic grey and black.
What I focused on is clear,
what I needed to see was blurred,
background noise to some unimportant subject.
So now