Metaphors In Runic, Part VIII
So my brother just randomly turned up!! I didn’t even know if I was going to see him this year, (we live in different countries), so it was quite the shock for me, haha ^ ^
So yeah, sorry I went away, I was busy attempting to be sociable (ha! Me! Sociable!?) and had to sort my sleep pattern out 🙂
As I’ve been getting into photography again, this metaphor will be about pictures ^ ^
Pictures… They’re so powerful. They give you the ability to take a moment in time, and keep it for the rest of your life.
A picture is also a time machine. You look at one, and suddenly you’re there again, the wind on your skin, a smile on your face, someone’s arm slung around you, laughter filling your ears.
This is why pictures are such a good form of protest, such a good way of spreading awareness. I really have the utmost respect for photographers that go to third world countries just to spread awareness.
M’kay, so more poetry is coming!! I promise 😉 although I’ll be cutting down to one post every other day to save internet ^ ^
Ciao!! 🙂 ❤ ^ ^