What significance does this photo have? What does it say about me? What does it say about you? Does the sight of me in the eyes of others mean anything? Do my words? Why would I be talking to you if you have never listened before? What life do I have if I live only in the eyes of others? If I live only in this photo? What is this photo? Is there any part of me there? Is there anything there at all? What do I show of myself? What do I let you see? Surely, not all of me. So not really me at all. So in this photo you see nothing of me or the world in which I am, alongside you. Do not attach meaning to photos. If you want meaning, look at the world. And it will look back at you with her blank face. And you will see your life in the reflection of her eyes. And you will cry at your reflection; cry and break. Break down to the ground. And slowly build up again. And then… You look into the eyes of the world and you do not cry. You look at her with a blank face. She does not shake you. Because she has broken you before and now you are a part of her, truly a part. Truly alive and not merely someone waiting to be broken.
