photo:
mae hong son | thailand
january 2013
2015/11/06
shifts
it was already evident how our affections had shifted - from a longing for personal warmth to the discomfort in distant coldness. what once we shared in almost likeness of colours and shades had given way to transitions and differences of sights and foliage. we began to fall - away from each other. i started a slow depart and uprooting. you embraced your steadfast ground more.
photo:
bear mountain state park | new york
october 2015
2015/11/05
de-compose
a love for life and nature requires an understanding and affirmation of the reality of death and dying.
photos:
skomer island
wales, united kingdom
june 2015
loveyou
i remember the time i almost told you i love you. i was nitpicking with the articles and the verbs, unsure which nouns should fit in to my preludes to embellish the three words of the most common expression of affection. it ended with an unassured quietness. your face, once gleaming with youth and idealism, was wearied and impatient. my hesitations and fear of forever tightened my tongue. i remember when your tired eyes met my fearful mine, and i simply cowered myself back to the prospects of staying within my shell of singleness.
we parted that night. it was the last time i saw you and the last opportunity to be physical and personal with you. we stayed in contact. for a while more until the messages stopped coming and sending.
i remember. i loved you. unexpressed but real. and it stays as a memory.
photo:
mae hong son | thailand
january 2013
2015/11/03
delivery
sadness sneaks in. he asks himself how. there seems to be no purpose to his day-to-day dillydallying - revisiting snapshots of other people's moments in a visible public's eye, nature's way of presenting itself in an ever-changing world, the skies in their shifting and contrasting colours, the darkness that still manages to exhibit artistic forms and shadows. he feels a suffering. an agony of sharing moments that are only relevant to him, the public merely an unwitting witness and judge to their likeness and politeness.
he sneaks his gaze outside. he feels the emptiness. the lacks. the potholes in his current life. he measures himself then contemplates - himself like the yellowed leaves in autumn, quickly carried away by the passing gust, to the world's irrelevance.
he finds himself stuck but gradually pulls himself, like the flexing branches of mangroves celebrating their liberties from the vast mudflats of space and time.
photo:
amsterdam | netherlands
august 2015
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