Peng Pixels

"Aesthete"
Amidst the whispers of solitude, beauty reveals its most intimate secrets.

If you're anything like me, you know the voice of silence and the wind. The sexual tension between the setting sun and the surface of water as the wind gently caresses the ripples. It can be overwhelming, the beauty and chaos that follows. It is my go to place. the sun setting to the wings of white birds flying into it.
I sit there sometimes and wish time stops for me to live here long enough to last forever.

I am an
aesthete.

photographed by
in frame:

Tones.
sometimes are magic.
red. fiery like the hell that lives inside me.
blue. the sea that escapes when I grieve.
green. because everything after the tears is growth.
i hear the world say "go"
but i don't like your tone.
tone it down.
-Acelish

shot by Acelish
inframe:
location Kaduna, Nigeria.

...but words fail me like a butterfly's heartbeat when she fails to flutter in my belly,
where flowers died
words fail me like my doubt did on nights
when you weren't there.
and they aren't that many except for that one time.
so is it an irony or paradox?
is it a figure of speech if you figure it out.
the words that fail me, I mean.

Shot by
from the Fujifilm Photowalk hosted by
Shot on an Iphone and edited on LR Mobile.

Special One Time Street Portraits of Jos, State.
Shot on my Reno 5F
🎨 LR Mobile
📍 University of Jos and Ungwan Rukuba, Ring Road.