AztecTemplar

I was searching for something but I didn't know where to look, I searched for so long, and all my time it took. What was I looking for, or what was looking for me? My eyes I kept open but I just couldn't see. It was gnawing at my heart and ripping through my brain. I didn't know what was wrong. I thought I was going insane. I was tired of looking for something that I thought was impossible to find. It was tearing me apart. I prayed to God to give me a sign. I waited and waited, but the sign never came. Finally, one day it happened My heart completely changed I found what I was looking for, But I wasn't looking for this.

I often find myself, photographing beauty, with my eyes, begging my mind to hold them forever. The perfect hues positioned so carelessly as greater forms take their light, their weight of nothing allows room to breathe in their colours, engulfing utopian ribbons splayed out evenly and intertwining, with blues, reds, rainbows, pale and bright, controlling every minuscule of life. The natural fibres so often missed, as their beauty is such a tiny kiss, but one that caresses the cheekbone each day, touches the lips every second displayed. And masters aphrodisiac powers, so ancient and influential. I begin to sigh, for under a fal

Could you look through my eyes? see the light catch the lies Can you see what I see? I hide in the dark the light can't bear me bear the sight Look straight at me, I'll remember this moment capture the day. I see what others don't see. Fear me. My eyes search your soul My eyes search your heart. But take my hand. Walk with me. See the world like I do. See the world once. through my eyes