a hundred lives but one future of these children in front of my eyes. it was raining then but every one of them seemed to be excited. all i can see are smiles on their faces. so i ask myself, should i pity them? or should they pity me? for i have all the things i want, all the things i need, a smile like theirs but not a sign of happiness as it seen in their eyes-genuine.
i took photo at a time. i paced myself trying to drink in the status they are in. my photos captured their smiles but hidden are their ever elusive emotions.
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