capturEd:
The candles in my grandparents’ tombs.
censorEd:
As I come to visit my lolo and lola’s tomb, the obscurity of my sight has been personified by the image above.
The bokeh shot gave me the feeling of a person whose tears are about to fall.
The vagueness of the view reminded me of holding off those emotions and trying to keep your composure.
No matter how fuzzy my sight was, I can still vividly recall the younger me—sitting on their laps and asking unending questions about the world. I suddenly miss them.
And the lights seem to blur again… *sniff*
