When all i want to do is dream i just grab my camera and go outside and start snapping away at the little things, those things that others usually pass by, a dieing leaf, a rusty gate, broken glass, a secret smile

I do this because i want to and i have to

because this life is not infinite and happiness is not always there, but pictures, pictures are the light, they are my reason to get out of bed in the morning and go exploring all day and night, no matter how crazy other people may perceive that to be

so, while i have my short time on this earth i shall make it mine, and photograph until the day i die