You were always difficult. Still are.
Every passing day I feel more alone.
Found in high spirits, found scared.
Silence speaks more when we’re together.
You didn’t get the protagonist’s part.
You are my biggest trigger, love.
We make separate dinners
side by side
on the same stove every night
Carefully navigating through
our pots and pans
It’s amazing how flawlessly
our utensils never come in each other’s way
I can smell the aroma of your dish
You can hear the sizzle of mine
We use the same ingredients from different packets
The pile of dishes is always bigger than it should be
it’s funny they get washed together, though
At least at the end of the day there is a clean kitchen
We could co-exist like that
Try gentle today
watch grim lips light up
curve a little
Talking said, “Talking is overrated; thin”
I took this picture last Monday. It was a dinner at my new friend’s place whom I consider my mentor.After the dinner, we were all sitting around the bonfire just chatting, acquainting and reacquainting. I, always the quiet one, was just listening to people talking about their passions and future plans, soaking in every detail of that moment.
The reason I consider this moment,a moment of triumph, is because in this moment I was among people who I deeply respect. People who restored my faith in people. I was surrounded by literature and intelligence.
Most importantly I was at ease with myself. For a long time, I have been at war with myself striving to get better, struggling to accept myself and every bad choice, every regret.I may still be struggling and maybe I’ll always be falling down, getting back up and growing in the process. That’s what life is but I am happy that I have these milestones to look back to.
This is my moment of triumph because in this moment I was not afraid of my truth.
Last day of Photography 101. It has been amazing. I got to learn, experiment and meet beautiful people. Thank you, everyone, who became a part of this journey with me.