The third eye of mine.

My camera is not a camera…
She’s not, not to me…
I consider the lens my third eye.
I see clearly with my two eyes, I can also be very observant.
But it’s all different with my third eye.
I always tend to see more details, more colors, it’s clearer. Much clearer.
I can see stories. I can see feelings.
I can appreciate the subject or object more.
This eye can help me understand every corner by itself. Even the middle can be the corner.
Even the wall can have a story and a meaning.
I love my third eye and I think she loves me too.
She always helps me learn a person or a device. She helps me learn chairs or hands.
She helps me learn what I like and what I dislike.
She helps me learn whom I truly love and whom I just don’t care about.
She helps me learn about the people I love for it keeps their movement still, their gestures frozen and their expressions framed.
When I’m looking through my third eye I swear I can be a different person, not because I changed, no. It’s because I see the scene differently without helping it,
It just happens and I don’t have the ability to explain it with words, but I try to explain it with the pictures I produce.
I love producing the truth, but I also love to alter it some other times.
It’s all enjoyable and makes me feel better in every way.
My camera is a person to me whom I really care about and take care of.
That’s why she rest at home for long times, I never take her with me everywhere I go because she’s better than that.
I feel the need to take her with me less often; I want to take her some place where she can be truly happy of what she’s seeing. What I see through her.
She’s someone who helped me with my personality, changed me in some ways.
Helped me rise up with my confidence for it helped me receive more praise than I’ve received before. This is not the only reason because what people say is not what I care about the most.
It helped me because she makes me produce things that I am proud of, scenes, movements, feelings, emotions, abilities and disabilities.

I’m thankful to have her in my life and I’m also thankful that throughout the days she’s always been there for me. Since the day I’ve held her and through the days when I was trying to learn her and what she can do, to this very moment.

May your love in my heart grow stronger and deeper.
Signed, sincerely me.

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