Paint in Photographs

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?
Trivia: Pine trees, clouds and the blue sky. Taken whilst in transit on the winding roads leading to Camp John Hay in Baguio, Philippines; May 2009.
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