The church, according to this dainty wildness
Because everything, everyone has a facade
And of course, a side or many sides
Because the sides and the fronts sometimes don’t coincide with the inner self
Janiuay Spanish Era Cemetery, Iloilo. How to mower the graveyard? Make sure the swirling machine does not hit the sleeping gravestone.
Because lines scar the sky, the blueness of the sky
How to paint a tombstone? Trace the curveness of R.
Because there is uniformity in shadows: black
Because there is happiness atop the mounting grave.
Museum Iloilo, Iloilo. Because we need art.
Because the self, distorted, can be spotted somewhere
Because they line up, like obedient grade schoolers
Because there is a smile in waiting-about-to-end.
To Guimaras. Because leavings are beginnings.
And, yes, you might want to help me raise fund for my camera. Hope is free, I might as well use it. Any amount is greatly appreciated. What happened? Read here.