Photography

the lone chair on a long shore

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The picture evokes different kinds of emotions, but mostly the melancholy ones. Like waiting for something or someone that would never come.

P.S. Ever since I took this photo it has been etched on my mind. I hope you really feel something out of it.

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Poetry

sharper & stronger

Some images
are sharper
with more grain

Some portraits
look clearer
with a bit of blur

Some exposures
are darker
than your days

Some hearts
are stronger
than they were

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Photography

raw beauty of Talisayen Cove

We owned Talisayen Cove for 24hrs. The month was November, the weather was great, and no other group of campers decided to stay there, not even for a day tour. Calm and quiet, untroubled and excited, fun and fulfilling—just some of the words to describe what we felt in that moment. We were disconnected from the world, and as selfish as it could be, we enjoyed it. Sometimes, the simplest way of living makes up the grandest days of our lives.

This post is part of #thestrangehertravels photo essay project.

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Poetry

dormant feelings

Time will lead you back
to old conversations
long interpreted
to forced messages
accidentally deleted
to sweet words
never expressed.

Vaguely asking questions:
has the heart healed
is the love still there
did the pain go away
are feelings just dormant?

I hope in your mind the answers land.

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Poetry

some seem stuck

After all the pain
we inflicted in ourselves
though some are assumed
we are still both passengers
in the idea of us.

P.S. I had a hard time with the last line of this tanka poem so I wanna share some alternate versions (where I get the title) you might like:

seemingly stuck here on Earth.
who seem stuck with each other.

Read it again and tell me what you like more!

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Bitter

We Repel

Maybe the reason why the people we love don’t love us back is because opposite attracts.

But you two were honed from the same pole and one will always be repelling the other.

Daily Post’s Magnet.

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Photography

What keeps me alive

When I’m not traveling to a new place, I’m probably attending an arts event. Now that’s something I would like to happen everyday, but life only allowed for it out of my usual work-home routine. Watching local independent films and gazing at beautiful artworks give me the same feeling as when I’m traveling. They excite me in ways I couldn’t explain and they leave me speechless for a moment. Sometimes I just stand there taking everything in. And it’s in those instances can I hear my heart beating so loud, so loud I am very grateful I’m alive.

This post is part of #thestrangehertravels photo essay project. 

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