The Blind Man's Meal Pablo Picasso, 1903. You tried to investigate the sources of my pain. Darling, you mustn't worry, I knew you did it out of love. That's how the typical fairytales end: the knight in shining armor swoops up the damsel in distress. You were desperately trying to rewrite my sorrows into happily ever … Continue reading Knight in Shining Armor.
Girl with a Pearl Earring Johannes Vermeer, 1665. I've always been aware that this was a mistake. I just actively chose to ignore it. Sure, the decision wasn't right, nor was it wrong, but it was in a deep hue of gray. Our moment started shortly after the introductory glance; you were the moth, and … Continue reading Moth to a Flame.
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.