07/02/2025
๐๐๐ง๐๐ฅ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ | ๐ช๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ ๐๐๐ง ๐ ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐?
"Will you let me color your life?"โa question I did not mind at all.
Life is beautiful as what optimistic people see the world. In contrast, existing is tiring, as what other people say, including me. Just the usualness that bored themโwaking up in the morning, taking a bath, eating your meals, going to school, and then sleeping to end the day.
*He adds more detail with careful brushstrokes*
So boring...
*He continues to add more detail to his painting while listening to ART by Tyla*
''๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฆ๐ค๐ฆ
๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฆ๐ค๐ฆ
๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฆ๐ค๐ฆ
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐-๐-๐
๐๐ต๐ถ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ (๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ), ๐ง๐ณ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ (๐ง๐ณ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ)
๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ
๐๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ณ (๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ณ), ๐ค๐ข๐ด๐ฆ (๐ค๐ข๐ด๐ฆ)
๐๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง
๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฆ๐ค๐ฆ
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐-๐-๐''
Sigh. When on Earth will I find someone that could be my art piece.
*Disappointed*
How would I survive living in this imperfect world when all I foresee is boredom and loneliness in life.
*Strong wind appears and his world stops as a beautiful girl passess by*
The world was grayscale, a muted canvas reflecting the dull ache in my chest. Except for HER. Yeah, truly a sight to behold. You know what, in the quiet hours of my existence, before you arrived, my world was rendered in shades of grayโa muted canvas where every day was a repetition of the last. Yeah. 'Repetition', it was always the ennui and isolation that keeps repeating and repeating as how I see the world in my point of view. But then you came along.
*Stopped the music*
I looked at the sky and asked myself, ''Did I see that? Who's that angel I just saw? Is this the girl I want to be with forever?''
A lot of questions popped up in my mind. But one thing is for sure, you were like a burst of incandescent color that transformed everything in your wake.
Well, it was the first time I experienced such a certain moment. I saw her just sitting in a bench, embracing her exceptional grace while enjoying both the calmness and the beauty that nature holds. And me, that was the first time I did not complain staying in a quiet place as it was like her charisma radiates within the whole place, channeling a very specific atmosphere that only me can notice and can describe it.
Your laughter spilled like splashes of vermilion on a blank mural, and your eyes shone with the promise of hidden rainbows in every glance. You were the one who taught me how to value colors and strokes in life.
That fact alone gave chills to me. In my whole existence, it was her vibrant existence that caught my attention that transcends my perspective from boredom and loneliness to starting feeling the happiness in life. It was her that helped me changed the way how I see the world, how I act, and how I enjoy life to the fullest.
I remember the first time I truly saw you: you were leaning against a sunlit wall, as if waiting for the light to paint you into something extraordinary. In that moment, you werenโt just another face in the crowd. It was like you were the unexpected masterpiece I had been searching for all my life.
That was the moment I realized she was the one. The one that I am looking for. Her hair, a silken curtain, framed a face of quiet grace. Her eyes, pools of calm reflection, held a hint of indescribable embrace. She sat poised, a still point in a world of motion, radiating an aura of serene composure. A subtle beauty, like a half-remembered melody, lingered in the air around her. I may be exaggerated, but you deserved all the adjectives available just to tell the world how rare to find you are.
The moment I found courage to talk to you, it was insane. Truly insane. Every word you spoke was a gentle brushstroke, it was like revealing layers of depth and hue that I had never known existed. With every smile, you added a vibrancy to my world that I had long forgotten.
And now, as days turned into nights and fleeting moments morphed into cherished memories, I found myself wanting nothing more than to share my own palette with youโa spectrum of emotions, dreams, and untold stories waiting to be splashed onto the canvas of your heart. The hues that once defined my solitary world began to blend, forming images of possibility, hope, and connection. I realized that your presence had awakened a desire to create something beautiful together, like a shared masterpiece that could defy the monotony of ordinary existence.
And now, I find it weird questioning myself. Should I ask her the question, "Will you let me color your life?" Doubts and uncertainty invaded my mind, resulting not to do so. Why not? If we wait for the perfect time, then when? For me, there is no such perfect time. But still, I do not know.
She was so beautiful to just ignore her presence. A living art piece, indeed. Then why am I experiencing this? Why do I feel like I should do something, something I think is right and SHOULD be done.
Will it be the urge to just ignore her? Or the urge to be bold and do the rightful thing, shielded with uncertainty yet courage that only the outcome knows the answer.
I hope one day, stars and constellations align, and will give me the courage to be brave enough to ask her the question I once thought I would not mindโ"๐ช๐ถ๐น๐น ๐๐ผ๐ ๐น๐ฒ๐ ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐น๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐น๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ?"
โ๏ธ : Vincent Tuyong | Veriente
๐ป : Warren Abalo | Veriente
