The Real Reason I’m Out Here

People think I’m just filming pretty things.
I’m filming because sometimes I can’t speak.
Because pain lives in the pauses.
Because silence says what language can’t.

Out here, I don’t have to explain:
Why I move slowly.
Why I rest often.
Why I look like I’m doing nothing.

I’m not trying to capture nature.
I’m trying to survive in it.

Some days, this camera is the only witness
to what I carry.

And some days?
The trees are enough.

This isn’t content.
It’s evidence.
That I’m still here.

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