Through The Lens, My Lens, My Eyes.

The light, the dark, the shade.

There's no bette feeling than knowing our place.

eventually, somehow, without trying, it slowly starts to fade away.

Before the memory fades, I capture it.

Flash before my eyes,

temporary like time. 

Life is moving fast, and I'm living it.

They say to live in the moment, but I want to keep the past alive.

My Fujifilm reproduces the moments. 

See my life through the lens, my lens, my eyes.

In these moments, it's just my camera and I. 

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