The Lens. Through it I may express my feelings, my art form, my vulnerability… for it is you, lover, and all the wild sex we had, and you, heartbreaker, and all the times you left me sad and alone; it is you, best friend, one who lights up my day with laughter and joy. It is through the lens that I may express my hurt, pain, fear, disappointment with the human race and happenstances of my personal history, my grief, joy, happiness, elation, buoyancy, positivity, compassion, exuberance, sexuality and love. My therapeutic process. My dream. My life. It is a safe, inanimate object to connect with, one that won’t hurt me, though the product of our intimacy may cause judgement and pain. For it is through the lens that you gain access to my soul.
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