The Kiss Francesco Hayez, 1859. I considered you as a spark of spontaneity derived from intoxication at first sight. Nothing more, nothing less. It was no strings attached, whimsical gesture that was completely out of my character. I needed to, it was you. Somehow we still ended up getting intertwined and attached. It began, not without its … Continue reading Call it Quits.
The Central Story René Magritte, 1927. You somehow always had the solution to my maze. Sometimes I wonder if you kept tabs in my head as you effortlessly completed my sentences and evaded my thoughts. The words that naturally flowed out of your mouth and the gestures that you've done were the correct sequences to … Continue reading Twists and Tugs.
Mona Lisa Leonardo da Vinci, 1503. They say that the eyes are the windows to one's soul. I believe that. I met you for the first time when the sky was blanketed by darkness once again. I admit, sometimes my memory betrays me and there's not a speck of remembrance. The days and nights blur … Continue reading Pool of Sorrow.
Persistence of Memory Salvador Dali, 1931. We were similar to those pristine, plastic wrapped notebooks sold in boutique bookstores. The front and back were creaseless, and the identical pages were as white and smooth as snow. That was us when we were fresh. It was at that precise moment our paths crossed. The collision of … Continue reading Time Bomb.
The Day After Edvard Munch, 1894 - 1895. One unexpected day, you barged into my life in a whirlwind manner, and engulfed me in flames of rapture. The ignition soon transformed into wisps of smoke, and then evolved into a mesmerizing blaze. I wasn't concerned about getting burnt; I was terrified that I would never … Continue reading Whirlwind Flame.
