THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY

Before there was art, there was a blank canvas. There was me. There was silence frolicking...



Before there was art, there was a blank canvas. There was me. There was silence frolicking in the outskirts of my skin, singing a melancholic melody of sheer lethargy. It was as if death had come alive and possessed my body.

But hebetude was nature's first green, her hardest hue to hold.

Colours started to seep in the crevasses of my being. And from hue to hue, I grew. 19 years, two months and 48 days of dullness dissipated leaving a hard shell of finesse and cutlery.

It was a chrysalis. It was my chrysalis. It happened. And it told me that things do not change. We change.

That is the summer I turned pretty.


xx
Kennard
















A 19 year old Manila based blogger who started blogging way back in 2014. Kennard Diaries was created to show fragments of his life in the city. He has predilection on anything sartorial and aesthetic. Born in the countryside, he found himself in the city and is currently taking up Bachelor of Science in Nutrition and Dietetics.

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