I Was Only Being Me

Made an image from some words I wrote awhile back. The title is from a conversation I overheard my friend having and the starting point of the poem.

Disposable

Found a disposable camera, had it kicking round a house I lived in about three years ago. Took it to get developed, eager with excitement to see if there were any gems to be produced. Collected the film and there was about six pictures on it. Nightmare. I think it did get thrown round on a lot of drunken nights and got left in a drawer so was to be expected. Anyways here's to bad photography and the fragility of real pictures.