We met in Spring, just in time when the flowers bloom. We were sitting on that old rusty bench, feeling the warm wind on our skins.
I lost you in Autumn, just as when the wind blew hard - so hard that the leaves fell off the trees. And just like a leaf, I was taken off the ground.
I wandered - flew to places I have never been, while you sat on that same bench with a coffee cup to warm your heart, as you shared a seat with someone new.
Winter came, gave me the chills and froze my heart. I let my imagination run wild, reliving the day we first met, and drifted to the what ifs and the whys.
Summer came and you’re nowhere to be found. I sat on that same spot, wearing a hopeful smile, patiently waiting for you to sit beside me.
I waited day and night.
I found you in Spring. You were wearing that old smile. Your eyes shine the way it did when we first met. You were sitting on that newly painted bench.
But me? I no longer have my summer smile, my heart has turned stone-cold.
But I sat beside you.
I could feel my blood racing through every bit of me - my chest wanting to explode - but we just sat there.
Frozen.
Side by side.
You looked at me like I am some flower blossoming, while my insides go ’round.
And just like Autumn, I wondered if you’d take me any season you want.
Text by: Clare De Guzman
Artwork by: Ryuji Buenaventura
Writer's note:
I wrote Monday Blues Series: Seasons in 2017 during lunch at work. It was one of the quickest I've made perhaps because the idea started as a vivid image. The moment I shared it on my blog, I left a door open for interpretations. A few years later, someone came with an easel and a brush.
In 2020, Monday Blues Series: Seasons x Seasons became an idea translated twice - on paper and canvas.
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