There is beauty in a small moment:
and so easy it is to crop and crop (delete, delete)
until you have so little picture (story) left,
that it must be good.
so easy it is to make the small things perfect.
But I try to tackle
landscapes and worlds and pictures smashed together
colors (words) bluring into each other
when there is so much going on.
I cannot take (write) a photo (novel) of the world inside my head.