Canvas

Junelle Jane Bajala

I was painting a canvas; one requires red paint and yellow. And as I began caressing the brush with a hello, the color touches with a promise.

A mixture of paint was on the palette, where orange defined my ballad that was once tinted with the color of intimacy now turns into a colorless loyalty.

Instead of painting on the canvas, I ended up painting my story. A once colorful canvas has now become blue and almost empty.

Illustration by Emmy Nava

Pinta

Photo by Christian Octoso