(Glimpse; JCM; Oil on Canvas; 12/22/1999)
One of the glimpses I had to dump in here is when I happened to stumble upon a sight, a smile so young, alluring and beautiful like the face that owns it. It's has become an emotional malady ever since. Wanting to overcome the predicament that has grown in me those years, I agreed to dump madness into the canvass and go on with the life that is somewhat obscure to me at that time.
Nowadays, I just stare at it with familiar sadness; like a writer that has decided not to finish a book; like an unfinished tale that was supposed to be said to children; or a never confirmed love story lost on a war.
This smile will never be known to anyone - except me. Deep inside me, because the many best blessings that life has to offer had already happened to me afterwards from that life of desperation. My regret was that - it was true love, and never did got the chance of telling it to the owner of that ever lingering smile.
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