I just heard you found the one you’ve been looking
You’ve been looking for
I wish I would have known that wasn’t me
Cause even after all this time
I still wonder
Why I can’t move on
Just the way you did so easily
Don’t wanna know
Kind of dress you’re wearing tonight
If he’s holdin’ onto you so tight
The way I did before
Should’ve known your love was a game
Now I can’t get you out of my brain
Oh, it’s such a shame
(Words by Charlie Puth, Selena Gomez, Jacob Kasher)
(Injeenyuhs Photo/Robin Estargo)
Have been really busy this week. I had everything planned for the night but I got stuck in traffic for four hours.
Here’s a little lowlight experimentation. Thank God for traffic jams.
Back to work.
She turns to him.
The night is as darkest as ever, but for Miss Mijares, the man is a sunrise—a new beginning. She looks straight into his eyes, feeling her cheeks trembling; her face swollen, full of deep emotion and passion. There was a pinch of confusion as well.
Inch by inch, their faces are getting closer, but as Miss Mijares examines the eyes of the boy, she feels wary: the hint of an eyelid twitching and the sudden bend of an eyebrow. The man feels the same.
“What’s wrong?” she asks. Continue reading “Revelation”
A girl’s catharsis from her murderer.
From the darkness, a girl emerges and walks down the street. She suddenly
stops for feeling that something is behind her, but she continues to walk,
now at a faster pace while looking back from time to time, going into a main
street and into a marketplace, where she encounters an entity that
manipulates her: her past, her spirit and her true intentions. Continue reading “Case Studies”
This is the day when she died.
The morning of December rose as she fell,
And I literally smell the morning vapor.
Her breathing fainted just as the cold water went downhill.
The ground shook and I felt her crack.
That was when we had to lay her down,
Like a dress you just ironed.
A naked being, vulnerable and oppressed. Continue reading “Sunday Clothes”