Photograph

The trees sway with the spirit of the breeze
I can feel the crisp sweet scent of winter upon my flushed cheeks
I close my eyes to the world
Lifting my chin to the heavens
I can feel life surrounding me
Caressing my skin
Causing waves of pleasure to crawl up my arms and into my heart
I stand, motionless
Letting the energy of the world, the elements, take over my senses
I am trapped
In an obis of emotion
I never want to let go of this moment
This second in time
This perfection
Life continues with out me
I am a photograph
Still, in an ever-moving world
I wish to be different
I love to stand out
Still, for everyone to gaze upon
But no one can know the truth of who I am
The depth
The strangeness
I will forever be looked upon
But never ever understood
Like a photograph