Sans Prescription

I wear these glasses.

They are tinted pink. A type of fairy floss pink that makes everything better. But my glasses are sans prescription. And my eyes are l -1.50, r -1.25. I am rather happy sans prescription. Everything is pink and fluffy, like sunset clouds.

And everyone knows you can’t fly with bad thoughts. So, I am keeping my glasses with no prescription. Because things can be ugly without a pink lens to see them through.

I’ve always liked photographs. I don’t mean pictures taken only to get a bunch of likes. I mean real photos; snapshots of everyday life. A sad face. Close-ups of pretty things, ugly things. Feelings. They’re like a time capsule for fleeting moments or months of your life. They capture a freeze-frame that would otherwise fade away like memories often do. It doesn’t tell you anything else than what things looked like then. You can make up stories about what the people were thinking or how they felt in that moment. But you never really know. That’s why now, I write.

To keep a time capsule of my thoughts. So that my pictures can come with an explanation as to why. To capture not my momentary expressions but my thoughts and feelings behind them. Maybe no one will match the words to the picture, but it will all be there. To keep time still, if only on a page. So that whoever reads this will know this particular Freya captured in time. I write to hold onto old Freya in case I might grow up some.

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