I try to pretend that everything is okay.
And when it is not I try to find a way to fix it.
I laugh at the world that collapses around me.
I love even when it is the hardest thing I know.
I hope that one day a better world will come.
And I try to lift my head to see that it has not all gone wrong.
I laugh, I love, I hope, I try.
My camera, it was not even mine. I had borrowed it from my parents for my jaunt across central Europe. My annoyance at breaking it, and sudden realisation of how wrong things could go was dwarfed by the fear of telling my parents that I had broken their camera.