I was in the midst when you suddenly popped on my mind. It’s so ironic when emptiness filled the void. But just seeing you smile nor laugh can change everything. Just touching a single strand of your hair can makes me fascinate.Those innocent eyes that I wish I was the one who’s looking for. Those pointed nose that perfectly fit on your face. And your curving lips that makes my heartbeat skip inexorable. Oh, darling I’m starting to feel this burning within me.

Someone asked me “What is Art for you? ”

It’s something that makes your heartbeat skip. A connection between, a heart–and your soul.

Then in this four corner of our room who is the one whom you call “Art”?

Minutes of silence, when our eyes met. She is a masterpiece. A masterpiece that my eyes won’t fail to see. A work of art and still a mystery to me.

She is the living Maria Clara in our generation. A living proof that in a worl full of Maria Ozawa a girl named Krizza is still here to remind us that time may passed, generation may change but the blood of a pure Maria Clara is still running on her veins. And that’s make her a work of art.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton