Hidden I

A friend described my photos like this.am standing here beside a frame of myself. I go over myself in this frame every day. I did not know more than, that I am confined to a small frame which has stolen my great moments.so that I watched out of this frame quite a while.in my frame, everything was bold and clear.it was me and image of life me and my loneliness and a frame of life, of a time. Everything was tangible and decent. I wanted to move but one thing hindered my movement.so that I felt like I am standing out of the frame and this is only my image in the frame which is left lonely and disappeared. And every time and every time disappears more and more in the light and shade of the frame and I found myself motionless inside of that. I had to go I had to be on a way. But as if my motion had been left inside the frame.it was me and gloomy heart.me and loneliness and silence and shadow. I had to think.so I embraced myself, closely I wanted to be in company with myself. My picture and a frame of my life.so I embraced myself, to have my picture as a part of my self. And my picture broke down into myself. First, I did not know whether I was portrayed or my frame was broken down whatever it was I felt like something blossoms inside of me.it blooms gradually and makes me move and now I am grown…