Over the years the shapes have haunted me.
They tease me.
They make me believe that I could catch them and squeeze them.
Although everything seems so attainable,
I fail.
I sit and become tired of the chase.
I don't want to chase it anymore.
I want to be calm and free.
The shapes. The geometry.
They've become my friends.
No.
They've become my shame.
My nightmares.
Illustrations and Writing by Cam Novak
Photo by Lea Trudel
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