"I don’t know." I hear myself say.
I couldn’t comprehend myself, I don’t understand what I feel and it just hurt me the more I think about my emotions.
I can feel my heart spilling out. I could hear it beating and it only give more questions than answers.
This was 2018, I was in my deepest sorrows and was feeling heartaches in physical pain. My heart felt like being crushed and ripped apart.
The ghosts in my head haunted me of the past, telling lies and wanting my soul to rot.
Yet I know I was strong and these things shall pass. I poured my heartaches into colors, painting watercolors at night dripping with tears and pains.
Captivity
Watercolor on Paper
Captivity was a tug of war, where I was losing. My grip was too tight, but the rope wasn't so strong it needed to break away from me. The rope flew into the hands of others.
Tears at Midnight
Watercolor on Paper
Heartaches for me wasn't just an emotional pain, it was also a physical one and I felt it so deeply that my heart went weak.
Tears at Mignight rhymed with the stitching process, crying that time was like a needlework, but for the heart.
Adrift
Watercolor on Paper
For two years, I felt drowning and my thoughts were just to deep. All that I write were tinge with darkness of the deep murky waters of depression.
For those who loved and lost, it will not be the end of the world. In my darkest days, I used painting and writing as an outlet to for my unsaid words to be turned into art and poetry.
Art and writing became my friends when my thoughts became my enemy.
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@oniemaniego is a test engineer, but outside work, he experiments in the kitchen, writes poetry and fiction, paints his heart out, or toils under the hot sun.
| Onie Maniego was born in Leyte, PH. He grew up in a rural area with a close-knit community and a simple lifestyle, he is often visiting his father's orchards during summer and weekends, which has a great impact on his works. |
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