Fear

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The smell made everyone held their breath.

The thorns all over his body made everyone stepped back.

Love was something he never knew.

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The source of kindness everyone said.

Everyone liked them, and they liked everyone.

Love was their thing.

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When they saw him, they wanted to like him.

“But why nobody liked him? He must be very bad,” they thought.

So they just stood still.

Scared, they felt.

Fear of being hurt by him.

Never they knew, he felt the same.

Scared.

Fear of his heart being hurt again.


Photography by: Agnes Paulina | Illustration and Story by: Angela Oscario

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The Colors of Me

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Once I was pink.

Some days I was green.

Some other days I was blue.

All of them were me.

 

It’s the same battle everyday.

The same old battle the soul and the mind had to go through.

Sometimes the soul won.

Some other times the mind won.

Whoever won, it was still me.


Photography by: Agnes Paulina | Illustration and Story by: Angela Oscario

Beyond a Cup of Coffee

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Look around carefully.

The story is about to begin.

 

Slurp…

The coffee tastes bitter, but she drank it anyway.

Mama loves coffee so much, so it must be delicious.

“I love coffee too,” she said.

I love mama; that’s what she actually said.

 

Look around carefully.

You will know they are flying all around you.

Blowing their little trumpets.

Told a story beyond ordinary things.

 


Photography by: Agnes Paulina | Illustration and Story by: Angela Oscario