stayin alive

Suzy Bishop had binoculars she used to see things closer, even though they were not that far away.

I have a camera. It helps me to see little things, sometimes I pretend it is my magic power.

I can’t help staring at people, trying to get into their minds, trying to figure them out. Because everyone is so different, not snowflake’s type of unique, but still. Sometimes it amazes me.
And I like to observe how people make those choices, what do they feel about each other. It fascinates me in a way other things rarely do.

But when I am all by myself in that situation - standing a bit aloof from the crowd, which I kind of hate, people I know (or even just random people) pretty often feel obliged to cheer me up. But the worst part is I would like them not to. I don’t feel sad, I am pretty much comfortable in that situation. That’s just the way I look like.

And I think that’s cause most of the people are not comfortable being alone. I don’t consider it so though. Because I have myself or something.

That’s when they get the impression that I am so fucking weird.

And camera changes it, you suddenly are not crazy for observing other people’s lives.

This is probably not really fair or right, but that’s how things are.

Another useful power - these lenses don’t let people in, don’t let people know me when I don’t want them to.
It protects me.

It captures the moment, so when there is someone I love on this photo - this person gets to live forever.

Aren’t those powers - almost everything you can ask for sometimes?