Cold wind caresses my face; I refuse to turn away. My mind had seen what my eyes had not. I hold on to my heart and let it do what it does best. My hands can only obey.
In swiftness, in haste.
What is there to see?
Quickly, quickly —
Do things make sense?
Emotion champions over reason. I loved and loved deeply. You touch my thoughts in fragments, in bursts. Do I? Should I? Why would I? But I’m left with just this memory of having loved you deeply.
In swiftness, in haste.
What is left to see?
Quickly, quickly —
Will anything ever make sense?
Sun beats down and you shine your own light up, what do you see? It’s nature, surprisingly, speaking to you. They silently told me that they know me like how my God knows me by my first name. And I was honoured. Makes the drive out all worthwhile.
Note to self: bring with you your own light. Always. To see life differently each and every time.
Trivia: Taken in San Pablo, Laguna, Philippines; April 2009.
Whipping out my kit lens, I embarked on this week’s task of sharing my favourite word. MY favourite word. Mine. And they’re just asking for one. If they only knew how difficult it was for someone like me, whose head is filled with a million things to say, to narrow her choice down into just one. One!
But I had chosen the word HEART.
Heart, the organ that pumps life into our being.
Heart that symbolises the vessel of love.
Heart that which enamours you to compassion.
Heart that which enables you to live out your passion.
I share a photo of a favourite word written with light in just a fraction of a minute. And my presence seen in a sliver of silhouette. The heart takes the center stage over self. That’s how things should turn out anyway.
Sasha loves surrounding herself with beautiful things. She has an incurable fascination, insatiable curiosity and the perennial need to see and remember the art in life. She firmly believes that life is composed of amazingly beautiful creations and wonderfully … READ MORE…