I searched my life and found you,
You left your name written on my wall.
Of all the words in colors,
Of all the writings on my wall,
I singled out a special mark:
Your name graffito ~
The only thing that’s left
To prove that once you came,
What have you written on my wall,
What memory traces spelled
Out from the markings
Of your name?
You once turned this wall
Splashed with colors,
But time turned the colors
Worn and dry.
I found myself stuck here,
And longing ~ guarding graffiti ~
Afraid the oblivious weathers
Of distance erase your name.
How much longer could I keep myself still,
How much longer should I wait?
Come back and write on my wall again,
Re-paint the memories with me.
Once more, turn my life splashed with colors
My wall awaits
Ever anticipating your return.
But if fate would not bring you back,
I ask the weather of time, be kind.
Take all the writings on my wall
But leave your name forever inscripted,
Your imprint lives on
Graffiti like memories fade over time,
But not your name~
It’s embedded with my epitaph ~
Your name graffito forever safe
In my unwavering heart.
We travel the world to explore, to see things, to study, to claim the many titles that would prove our learnings, but fail to realize that we have something within us a very interesting subject that's uncharted, undefined.
How could we live such estrangement with the person within us?
More than viewing our reflections in the mirror, we need to look through our eyes to see and understand the soul that resides in our hearts.
Self-portrait photography is a metaphor to seeing beyond what's visible.