shadows

we all have shadows lurking, stalking us - from the way we lived our young and adult lives, memories that remain unforgotten but kept hidden, or even thoughts that were never realised but bore strong feelings that they remain even still undone and unspoken. these shadows follow us - often safely contained behind corners and walls, kept safe within the darkness. at times, however, they creep behind us - crawling slowly out against a blinding shine, when we least expect in our comfortable outward existence, in the guise of focused light, our shadows glare out.

i am a shadow. behind the limelight, in my darkness i thrive. 


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photo:
by the new york highline | new york city
december 2015

cling

most of the leaves in this quaint neighbourhood have fallen, preparing themselves to the coming winter. here i find myself, thinking that i might still be clinging to the last branch, steadfastly holding myself secure but slowly slipping away to the unknown. a false security to conveniences and impressions, denying myself what opportunities the cold outside hold? is it time to go home? to release myself from the constrictions of social perceptions and expectations? to unfasten the excited child and vigorously explore and take part renewed in the affairs of the world?


photo:
autumn in bear mountain state park | new york
october 2015  

underneath autumn's coloured canopy

photo:
bear mountain state park | new york
october 2015

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  

fall

as he was about to press a first key to start typing his conflict between boredom and enchantment, he couldn't resist noticing how his hands had grown pigmented and aged. he couldn't remember when the last time he noticed, and with the leaves from the old maple-like tree just a view distance from his bedroom window had already turned sullen and brown, it could have been a couple of weeks ago, or possibly a month. a period of fullness. living. greenness. life.

why had the season come to share his feeling of shedding and loss. had he already succumbed to the enchantment of the wild - with the impending winter's bidding to either coop in hibernation or fly away to warmer lands.

photo:
central park | new york
october 2015