palette one.
hearts are beating simultaneously along every strums and loud slams of sticks on violent drums. i can hear varying tones of voices from different faces that are somewhat hopeless, but still managed to be just as reckless as we all are. and when everything was so loud, i could barely hear my utters when applausing, the world turned soft and the chaos that was once swirling around every scene suddenly dropped, the worries i've been hearing in every tune were thrown into the void and i've become deaf. but my sight became clearer than it ever was and i saw you, right there, in that spot, sitting as if we were both unaware that our strings are slowly getting tied. i know, because days after that night, i began looking for you.
palette two.
i searched for you in every corner that my wandering feet would stumble upon. i do not know why i was searching for you either but all i can ever remember was the way you moved everything inside me as if you were an earthquake - and i was completely unaware of your arrival.
palette three.
the day i found you across my blinding screens was the day i never stopped making ways for you to be aware of my presence even if we're a few streets away. i came with my frustrations and pure desperations for you to also know that the universe had some plans of conspiring both of our cosmic lights. it was only then that i believed, that some stars aren't really millions of lightyears away from my touch. some are just here, waiting for my eyes to land upon its glow across an ocean of other luminaries and by then, we will shine - together.
palette four.
long before i met you, i was already told to not fall in love with an artist. for they are so good at immortalizing people into a masterpiece, splashing colors and defining shades as if we aren't human, as if we were all just art. artists are so good at making you feel beautiful with every stroke and points, with every definite lines of your edges and flaws. and sometimes they only tend to treat you good for the sake of their art but it was in never in my heart to look at you like that.
palette five.
when i started talking you, not only did i see an artist and his artworks, i rather saw a soft human who only wants to be heard - when after all this time, expressing was only put into colors. i saw someone who only wants to be seen behind every canvas, someone who only wants to be loved. when i started talking to you, i know that i will love you not because of what you're capable of doing when your fingers hold the brush, but i will love you because of the way you held my heart, so smoothly and relentlessy. undeniably so perfect despite your flaws. so lovingly crafted by thou fine universe.
palette six.
now that you're here with me, i desire nothing more but to spend more nights walking with you in the same alley, passing by the same buildings and meeting the same unfamiliar faces as we take a few steps away from yesterday and a few steps more towards another tomorrow, still with the same pair of eyes that are always too dazzling to look at and a familiar warmth that makes me want to be enclasped - for a lifetime.
palette seven.
now that you're here with me, i want you to know that it's okay to be weak. you can act all strong but it's completely fine for you to drop your broad shoulders and rest your head upon my back. i will never get tired of patting your head to ease all the confusions that has been going around, i will never get tired of telling you all the good things that you deserve to know and that life is better, knowing that i'm going to spend a huge part of it with you.
palette eight.
now that you're here with me, i'll never get tired of reminding you how much you mean to me. and that, you don't even have to try to make me happy, we can just sit back and feel sad but darling, just looking at you is enough to make me realize that i want to live. in your dilated pupils, i saw my dreams and that is to be seen by you - forever.
palette nine.
and now that you're finally here with me, i'm sorry but there are no more hopes for letting go.