Creature of the night.
Lonely soul on the hunt.
Trying to escape the prison of a name.
Wandering trough cities and landscapes with your watchful eyes.
Searching for something that captivates your interest for a little while. Long enough so that you want to capture it and hold it with your camera.
Makes us see the world through your eyes.
So you do snapshots – snapshots as mirror images of your desire.
There you stand – on the outside; watching other peoples life.
Longing for everyday normalities you’ve lost long ago, because somewhere along the way the hunter became the hunted.
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© Copyright 2010 by The Storyteller’s Garden
The photograph “Nice flat” was the inspiration for this Drabble.
Music: Self Control – Laura Branigan