Random thoughts...

...about how I wasn’t sure if I (once again) should post this or not. I was playing around with my camera and taking self-portrait for a project I am working on. And even though this is a self-portrait, the eyes really shocked me. I don’t see it when I look in the mirror, and now I wonder is this how I look when I am not aware of that someone is looking at me. I used a self-timer and the camera was just clicking away and for a split second I dropped my guard and concentration and my thoughts drifted away, away to places that I don’t usually let my self drift. Places where I often end up at night in my deepest sleep. The places where I revisit the “place”, the “waiting room”. Even though I know that they are all at peace and free now, and that that is the only way I should picture them. I do that and it is a good feeling but if I am not really careful my mind will drift to the place that frightens and haunts me the most...to the things I’ve seen and the moments I have shared with loved ones in a place that I call “The waiting room of death”.
While going thru all the pictures I took I found this one, and in my eyes I could see the things I’ve seen.


Over and out