I have been so involved in running, distracting myself. This outlet somehow lost the spark. The Enthusiasm, the 'fun' in writing had somehow faded. I involved myself in the ignorance of 'Black'. Like an Ostrich, dug my head in the ground, believing the world would not see me.
'Black' was the time I had stopped looking.
There was no Color.
All pictures that I took. Just existed. Somehow, Without Life.
There was a time again. When There was color. There was some Light.
It is like one of those low-light situations. You boost the ISO. Fight The Grain. Or Lower the Shutter Speed. And Fight the shake.
The pseudo-Light atmosphere, I realized now. Was just another distraction.
To divert my head from the Darkness.
I would think -
"There is little difference between Rear View Mirrors and Old Memories.
We use both to look back.
We never Learn.
We cannot undo what has happened, Only stare at it.
We are constantly reminded of what we just passed.
We still love to look behind, even at Top Speed.
"
Rear-Viewing all those Yesterdays.
I smile. 'Cos I cannot relate to the 'Dark Age' anymore.
It is a fading memory. Just a Phase, I say.
Just one of those times, When your camera doesn't click.
Maybe I was waiting for Better Light. Better Colors.
More time, meant a better Composition. Better Connect.
Then again 'Better' would be a relative term.
I guess, This is the Picture I have been waiting to take.
I know.
I live.
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