You have crossed the line. Now come and enter the shades.
I paint my eyes,
I paint my words,
I paint my stride,
With no color that appears in my acrylic
I neither hate nor love my no choice
Because having none is a choice.
And I can paint the sky.
My brushes are all stained
With the one color I choose among itself,
Among its kind— Mauve, lilac, lavender, violet, plum.
It’s only with the color purple
That I can paint the amethyst.
With an inspiration of words and arts
Wishing to share the beauty of moments and of thoughts
and the sore of them
Wanting the world to behold the immutable past
and the continuing present
and the unanticipated tomorrow
each making wounds to our souls turning scars
never going away
Believing that memories are ghosts of each moment
expression is the existence of thought
thus, love and indifference,
happiness and sadness,
valor and trepidation,
fondness and hatred
shades of littlest variations
and of greatest delineations
could be captured by the unseen cameras of life
Each episode plays…
Each episode I live
I love and am loved
I create and am created by truths and possibilities
and I pray
in this blog.
Apparently, this blog offers you nothing but words and arts. If you share the same passion for aesthetics (both verbal and visual), you’ve come to the right place! Here I post my writings on all sorts of topics possible to write about, and my drawings (including doodles) of any sort. Enjoy!