By Nirvika Lopchan
Do you find yourself peeking through the curtains of your hair?
Are you playing hide and seek and peekaboo?
Is that why you opt for clothing that are layered, so you could hide between its pleats, beneath the blazer, above the shirt?
Is that why you attempt to look at the painting a little longer? In hopes of leaving some of you ingrained and embedded in it, forever? Or in hopes of understanding it a little more, just so you could fill the void in you, with another artist’s strokes, thoughts and pieces, to be a little less clueless? To be both seeking and sought after, to be lost and found again?
How long do you look at the paintings and ponder around the art in the museum? Do you follow the crowd, or take your time? Do you plan your whole trip? Allocating the time you gift each of the pieces?
Are you afraid of leaving your essence behind? Or do you find it beautiful?
Replacing I’s with You’s, to not let go all of you in it.
Like losing yourself with every strand of hair that falls and bids goodbye to the body, goodbyes are painful, so is this, too?