Happiness is a dog I feed
Clicking my fingers saying
“Come on“
“Come here“
In the evening breeze
I stroke its soft fur
And peace ripples through me
Anxiety is a monster that I feed
I twine my fingers restlessly
“Come here“
“Come here“
I add to it with dire thoughts
and panic particles arise from the drain of fear
In the evenings I sit
Tapping my feet
And the realisation finally hits me
I call my dog
“Come here”
“Come here”
And we go walking
*a few photos I got back from a roll of film developed. I have fallen in love with the medium. There is no post process option available. I was either in the moment and thoughtfully took the photo – or I stuffed it up. There is a simple finality about film that calms my overthinking brain.
It is what it is.
This roll of film had some photos I absolutely loved, and a few that were blurry and told the story of my distraction. Which was also helpful.
