Like Pictures from a Stolen Camera -------------------------------------------
these experiences
these bits of life
don't feel like my own
they're like pictures from a stolen camera
I wonder how to reattach memory and emotion
if only with glue or string
Having just recently gone through the trauma of losing someone dear this appeals to me in the sense that while I had to strong for my sister who was hardest hit by what happened... I felt so disconnected and had trouble relating to everything around me... voices echoing, lips moving but words not making sense... thinking back now it seems surreal and then I read your post - amazingly accurate description of experiencing detachment even though you know you're deeply involved.
I don't think I've ever read anyone else who is as capable as you of saying a world of thought in so small a space with so few words. And here again, you don't disappoint. I'm a fan of Found Magazine, and the idea of pictures from a stolen camera, that disconnect echoes heavily here. It just fits your artistry perfectly. There's so much more I could say about this, babble endlessly about how this all relates to me (as I am self centered as ever), but I think I'll just stand back and enjoy the view. Thanks for sharing this one, it's great. :)
It's like you're describing dreaming someone else's dreams, through your muted perspective. I've always felt dreams and reality in general to be a film-reel--picking bits here and there to highlight as the main frame for the time being.
I do know what you mean... sometimes life seems so jagged and out of focus, like... it seems one disjointed mess of zooms and broken shutters.
been forever since i've traveled to your page and reading this reminds me why i keep coming back....loved this...have i ever not liked something you wrote...why i'm thinking of it love the pick too...snazzy...you look happy..i love the image you.ve created here...thinking this possibly couldn't be my life i'm experiencing...so much like your walking through a dream really that it must be someone elses...seems i'm sensing that these experiences are such good things that are happening its hard to believe its you experiencing them....i've had times like that and i say you.ve described it perfectly.....brilliant...purps
i've read this a few times, Amy, and i always
come back to it with a feeling of being a little lost.. like the life i'm living is not really me, not where i am supposed to be. someone stole my life, and i'm trying to find that glue, that string.. anything to connect me to myself again.
I love this, because its the very idea I've been learning in spiritual work. And to see the dancer in your journal makes me smile.
And that everything you need and want is right there where you are.
It is like magic isn't it? And the fact that you want to reattach the old stuff and you've described it like substance that is useless now.
You can't change your soul, it will always be sweet and loving.
But you're living your dream! And I think its going to be fun to discover all that you are along the way.
I know you might think i'm totally nuts amy but reading this I saw a young woman living a life she isn't used to.
Kind of like a Cinderella in a sort of way.Like she is seeing a life that she never thought would happen for her.I don't know if i'm close to the meaning but thats how it feels to me.So many good things are happening for you these days it must be hard to take it all in at times.Take care sweetie thank you for sharing yet another part of you.
short but potent piece of poetry--many of us have often felt this way--you have expressed a nearly inexpressibly feeling... bravo ... bravo ... bravo ... michael
Short, simple, sweet, and very powerful. Though it was quite the short poem, it was masterful. Strong emoiton, and a great topic, I've often felt like, and I still do, though less often. Keep up the awesome work, and I'll keep reading
Submission Name: Like Pictures from a Stolen Camera
