Nu-A Child in Isolation

Empty Touch

A little girl sits before me rocking back and forth on a plastic bucket in the darkness of the concrete staircase that conceals her existence.

I stand next to her a man filled with pity carrying a camera in my bag with every intention of finding a better existence for her at that very moment.

A little girl sits before me without any real form of companionship. Aside from the occasional screams and giggles there is no way to decipher her emotions.

I stand next to her a man with a loving family, wonderful friends, and a career I am in love with.

A little girl sits before me without site, hearing, or the ability to communicate.

I stand next to her a man observing her existence, clicking my shutter, and observing more.

A little girl sits before me living a life in isolation.

I stand next to her a man filming and photographing her empty monotonous life and then I escape home.

A little girl sits before me rocking back and forth on a plastic bucket in the darkness of the concrete staircase that conceals her existence.

I stand with her in my arms a man with every intention of finding a better existence for her without any clue how to do it.

By: Justin Mott