I Wish

''DESPAIRERS WILL BE PROSECUTEDwritten underneath.If someone despaired anyway, they'd get arrestedand thrown into jail.I don't like despair.They'd have special police to take care of it''Ah, I seem desperate...at the end of yourtether...you're coming with me!'‘If I ever got desperate again -it could happen- I'd make sure nobody saw me.I'd wait until it was dark and I was in bedunder the covers,convinced nothing would ever come right againbetween me and everyone else.''

Faces staring right at us. Serious, unblinking eyes. Some seemingly expressionless. Others are about to form a smile that may seem amused or sinister. When it comes to portraits everything is indeed in the eye of the beholder. A face hiding secrets and love and pain, all thoughts locked inside a head and a heart that will remain trapped in a frame for the ages to come.

Faces that are beautiful and inscrutable. Eyes that are merciless. Men and women, young and old. Confessions about loneliness and the need to be noticed and understood. The search for God, the fear of Death, the need for love and courage, the hatred and the sadness. Each line, each face may be us...

''I wish I was music, a song that everyone was singing,whistling, humming. One everyone hadon their mind when they were in love.''

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