I take pictures of flowers for no-one.

Why do I take pictures?

I take pictures of flowers for no-one.

I take pictures of bumblebees for no-one.

I take pictures of clouds, of leaves, of trees, for no-one.

I take pictures of patterns of light for no-one.

I take pictures of the way the rain falls for no-one.

You left.

I take pictures of flowers for me and for you.

I take pictures of bumblebees for me and for you.

I take pictures of clouds, of leaves, of trees, for me and for you.

I take pictures of patterns of light for me and for you.

I take pictures of the way the rain falls for me and for you.

You came and said I could sense the soft pulse in the world.

I take pictures of flowers for myself.

I take pictures of bumblebees for myself.

I take pictures of clouds, of leaves, of trees, for myself.

I take pictures of patterns of light for myself.

I take pictures of the way the rain falls for myself.

Why do I take pictures?