Enigma
Missed Connections from Austin
The life that she leads, moves incredibly fast
Strewn across her apartment floor, are memories in photographs
I have so much to say to her, my tongue remains silent though
As she paces a frame a minute, like a living, breathing, slideshow
An enigma, that my mindset makes calculations to believe
Yet I’ve always been curious, towards unraveling mysteries
I’m up for the task, of investigating further into the subject
I just fear the solution, of possibly being murdered in public
While we’re deep in conversation, she lacks no focus
Remembering that those comparative to her, had ulterior motives
Maybe I do have potential ? Could I be equally as intriguing ?
Supporting our aspirations, both influentially redeeming
I refuse to be generously scanned, or judged by my cover
We’re both intellectual & talented, perhaps we could help one another
Is she the type to try & push me, to very edge of my limits?
So once I actually make it to that point, it’s all on me to finish
We’ll just leave it up for the future to decide, because right now we can never know
While I patiently await that moment, in which she moves a little slow
The life that she leads, is so quick like a camera’s flash
As her living room becomes cluttered, with more photographs
I explain so much, without ample time to catch my breath though
It’s mesmerizing seeing the frames of herself, playing as a slideshow
An enigma to my thoughts, she’s exactly as I perceive
The case turns cold, another unsolvable mystery…
Her Two Cents
Looking at another person’s photographs is like having an opportunity to travel back in time. Photos tell so much about a place, a time, and the mindset of the people in front of, and in back of, the lens. The stories are right there for the telling (if they can even be remembered), and some are certainly mysterious. Funny how little rectangles of color and light can do all of that.
