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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BTS: Before the Shot Stories – A Day In Manila

My unrelenting heart has flown,

Like the vast blue sky above-alone and unreachable.

Like a bullet racing towards its target,

My heart no longer aches to wait.

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Flowers hanging in the trellis,

I was stunned by your thorns.

Blood dropping from my fingers,

I realized you’re fragile but strong.

Flowers hanging in the trellis,

I could not help but to think of his long gone kisses.

Tiny petals floating in the air,

I wish my memories of him could be blown out and away.

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Dear Mr. Lamppost, I am calling out to you.

Can you hear the birds chirping from up above the sky?

Can you tell how scared I am?

Dear Mr. Lamppost, I am calling out to you.

Can you see the sun falling beyond the sea?

Can you feel my warmth quickly faltering?

Dear Mr. Lamppost, I am calling out to you.

My friend says you share your light with anyone,

Can you also cast your light upon my weary soul?

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Seasons of You and Me

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Taken at Rizal Park, Metro Manila, Philippines (12/04/15)

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Taken at Rizal Park, Metro Manila, Philippines (12/04/15)

Wind’s biting,

Winter is coming,

Are you still writing to me?

 

Flowers blooming,

Spring is approaching,

Are you still waiting for me?

 

Sunlight’s burning,

Summer is deafening,

Are you still searching for me?

 

Trees undressing,

Autumn is waking,

Are you still wishing for me?

 

Meteors falling,

The season’s changing,

Why are you still thinking of me?