Behind the camera lense I hide

Hiding my face and instead looking at the more beautiful ones.

The woman I was photographing

Beautiful.

Pure beauty.

She looked nothing like me

She was the image of grace and elegance.

Me on the other hand.

Scruffy

Untidy

Unwanted

Just some other lost soul looking for a place to go.

But I guess we all are.

No one fits in.

We all make our own place we belong.

I am a puzzle piece.

And I have found my place.