Once I painted my world black and white

 

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I stood there as the sun burnt the trees, as the shutter hit its limit. I stood there as the world started to move, as the air started to breathe. I stood there. I stood and watched. Stood and watched. (Taken at Mini Forest, City of Malolos, Bulacan)

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I am trapped. Like a painting. Breathless, lifeless, beautiful–t r a p p e d. (Taken at National Museum of the Philippines, Metro Manila)

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Take your colors and paint with the wind. Take your canvass and paint with your heartbeat. Take the darkness and paint with the world. (Taken at National Museum of the Philippines, Metro Manila)

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All I wanted was for the world to freeze, to stop. Like the moment we spent that day, forever frozen in a four sided wall. Like you and me, kept in a dark portion of your heart—frozen cold. (Taken at Robinsons Place, City of Malolos, Bulacan)

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As I catch a glimpse of your body caged in the damned casket, I begged for the universe to have one last second, one last month, one last year with you. Not out. Not without. (Taken at National Museum of the Philippines, Metro Manila)

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Sometimes I wonder, do my shadows get lonely too? (Photographed by Thea Panganiban at Intramuros, Manila)

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