These two rolls have been waiting on my nightstand, everynight I see them, everynight they go undeveloped. This morning I woke up at 5am, for no reason, I was just done sleeping. After I looked at my watch, I noticed my rolls of film again.
I feel like these rolls. Waiting. Unexposed but there is something there. Ready, but not yet. There are pictures, thoughts, poems, fears, aspirations, love notes, tears, hugs and kisses, ideas, determination and heart that are waiting to be developed.
It takes a trusted person to open a roll of film, to run the right amount of chemicals over it for the right amount of time. I have no idea who will develop this roll of film in this part of my life. I am eager to see the prints but for now I will wait in my canister, knowing only for myself what is inside.
