He swayed into her life, just like how a jellyfish moves along the waves− slowly, gently and then all at once. She was mesmerized by his gracefulness, like the way we’re captivated by dancing jellies in huge, illuminated containers. We can’t take our eyes off them, up to the point where we press our face right into the glass to see them clearly. It was the same for her. She can’t even blink, for what she’s seeing was daintily enthralling− it was so good to be true.
Then one day she woke up, with a strange pain she never felt before. She realized that it was him who caused the ache, right in her chest. He stung her then disappeared into the void. Everything happened so fast that up until now, she’s still shaken. She didn’t see this coming, resembling our enchanted eyes while watching those jellyfish in fluctuating colors. We only see what’s on the surface, and get blinded by the fact that these are really dangerous creatures. With just a slight contact, any living thing nearby may die.
He was her jellyfish. A simple organism, and yet can be fatal. A simple man, and yet caused extreme agony. As for her sickness, unfortunately, the one and only antidote… is also the one who brought the illness in the first place.
P.S. Please detoxify your tentacles, and swim back to her as fast as you can.
(Second solo submission to The Artidope. Hope it will pass 🙌 )
Tonight, I’m going to do it again. Walk upstairs, straight to the terrace. Sit on the sill, and stare blankly at the moon.
I have always adored her luminance that defies the blanket of nocturnal darkness. I have always gasped at her celestial beauty, whether she’s waxing, waning or at her perfect round contour. I have always loved how she became a listener of my insane musings.
But of all thy wonders, I’m addicted to how she is a unifier herself. Imagine the infinite number of people gazing at her, telling their own stories – from different places at the same time.
I am hopelessly addicted to how the moon somehow connects wandering souls – who need solace each and every night.
How long will it take you to realize that you’re not being the hero, but instead the villain of your own story?
Words by me.
Artwork by Britzy Joy Osorio.
This was first posted on April 18, 9 am in The Artidope‘s facebook page. The Artidope is a collective of Filipino artists, writers, poets, and photographers aimed at promoting local talent one post at a time. I am a proud member by the way!
I was so happy and flattered! It’s my first time to submit a work (to be placed on the page) even though I’m a member already for a bit long time. I was nervous that it might be criticized or ignored. But it passed. I waited on the page’s wall, waiting for my work to be published by the admins. But I fell asleep waiting. The next day, one of my co- Artidope mentioned me on the post where my work was, you got it! FEATURED! Thankiee so much to Britzy (even if she’s not a member of Artidope) for allowing me give an art prose to her artwork. This was supposed to be the cover of a story that I’m working on, but I changed my mind.
Due to the overwhelming feedback (almost 900 reactions and 70 shares), Britz and I agreed to be officially partners in terms of art-related works. Her literal artworks and my writing join forces. Hope it works out!
P.S. I’m back on the post and still can’t get over it. I’m currently scrolling down the list of people who engaged with it in Facebook. It is so fulfilling! We’ll do more!