New-Used Love

“The beauty of the rising sun remains within the sun, each ray a carried over possibility. It curves its way past the trees and feared shadows.”
 That was what rung through my mind as I looked up at the sky, etching your name in the clouds but as nature would have it, it didn’t hold.
 The prickly grass did good to remind me of my reality. Our glorious ‘could-have-been’ remained carried by the green hue cast on the lush grounds, but our reality of ‘never-will’ balanced on its thorny ends grazed and etched the color of sorrow on my naked skin.
 Just like you did.

‘Pictory’ — A picture and a story speaking of and from each other.

Story — Wanjiru Njoroge

Picture — Kimani Wandaka