like grains of sand

genius and creativity is not an acute expression of a singular moment of ourselves. rather the culmination of all our experiences, ideas, fears, triumphs, heartbreaks, emotions and most of all determinations. these fleeting moments should be savored and reveled, because much like love, genius is fleeting. take solace in the fact that it is not dumb luck or a benevolent blessing that provides us with these moments of elation and creativity, but the constant search for ourselves in our world. just be sure to catch it while you can and treat it with the respect it demands.

You’re mine,” she whispered. “Mine, as I’m yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first, we’ll live.

– Ygritte, A Storm of Swords

Ten Days in Tambulilid

Lakas ang araw dito

Sweat beads on your back/Smoke brings tears to your eyes

Children sing, “Let it go, let it go” while you swing the pick axe

Sewage water splash/Cement blocks crumble

Tita Dora & Ateh Marianne’s chicken on a stick quiets the hunger/Magic Sarap add the flavor

All you can taste is your own sweat and thirst/Thirst for a feeling still unbeknownst to you

Sought after in the shovel skidding masa mixing you find at your feet

High & low you look

Under James’ three sizes too big tsinellas/Atop the bamboo scaffolding haphazardly coordinated by Kuya Boy

If your foggy memory serves you correctly it may be found in the Milo, Tubo, Red Horse and Sting concoction brewed by Joemar

Stuffed animals, Nike shirts and pet Rats to take home he gifts you

Secret Crush!

Jovelyn, Anna Linn, May, Jeanine, Kimberly, Teya

Swoon at your red hair and you joke about taking them back to the States

Biro lang!

Angelo breaks out in song, “Just give me a reason…”

And for a moment you hold it/It slips away as soon as it comes

More often you find it in Emma’s embrace/Dried mangoes & peanuts

No what you found was in a slum in Ormoc

In smiles of old men

Babes crying

Metal bent

Hollow block broken & laid

Found in the purest sense from a place all they had to give you they did

Baby, you found love

Atrial, Ventricular Phenomenon

What is the human spirit capable of? Tragedy comes in many forms but the common denominator has to be the heartbreak we experience during such difficult times. Whether your difficulty is self inflicted, dealt to you by the hands of fate, or imposed by the tyranny of another, it’s a burden placed upon the beating engine within your chest. The heart is the four chambered locomotive that is the scientific and biological timer for our being. Maybe it’s more fitting that I ask what this fist shaped group of muscle is capable rather than our spirit? Best fitting is perhaps the two are one in the same. To simplify that the aura of human spirit is housed in one vessel may be limiting the discussion but heart seems to be the only thing that matters. This is only in my humble opinion that heart is the determining factor whether we live or die. Not in the sense of a finite number of beats but whether or not we have the capacity for life. It’s will, determination, grit that the human spirit is capable of. Why is that feeling so fleeting now?

Beneath the cover
Suffocated gasp for air
Tomorrow please come

artandcetera:

Human Error

Victoria Siemer, also know as Witchoria, is a graphic designer hailing from Brooklyn, New York. Human Error is a series of nostalgic polaroids that depict the broken heart as a computerized error that may or may not be restored in a few mouseclicks. 

(via witchoria)