There’s fire in my throat,
words that burn,
truths that bleed.
But I’m tied.
Choked by fear,
biting down on rage
I never got to scream.
I want it out.
I want it loud.
I want it real.
Let me f**** speak.
Ph: @manupellon
Model: @bornagainchristian
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#blackandwhitephotography #manupellon
Sometimes a photo is not just an image.
I took this on 09-22-25 at 3:33 pm. I went to NJ for work, finished early, and decided to just sit and look at the city. I remember feeling grateful… for how far I had come, for where I was.
A few minutes later, everything changed.
I got a call. Josephine had stopped breathing. She wasn’t going to grow, she wasn’t going to be with us.
The way back home was the longest of my life.
Now when I look at this image, I don’t just see the city. I see that exact moment when life was one thing… and seconds later, something completely different.
That’s the power of photography.
It holds who we were, even when we’re no longer the same.
Today, I’m still here. Still grateful, even through the hardest moments.
As long as there is life… there is hope.
Passed by my old apartment in Hell’s Kitchen today—the tenement-style building brings back so many wild memories. I used to call this place home before Brooklyn took over.
Now, I feel like a visitor. Seeing it again makes me realize how far I’ve come, and life has been full of unexpected surprises. I remember being alone in that apartment during the pandemic, feeling done with solitude. But good things take time 🙂
Sometimes pain doesn’t go away.
It stays. It sticks to your skin like another layer.
At first it’s heavy… suffocating.
It blurs everything, changes the way you breathe.
But over time, something shifts.
It doesn’t disappear, but you learn how to move with it.
How to exist inside it without letting it take over.
Like this fabric.
I’m not trying to rip it off. I’m not denying it.
I let it be… and slowly, I start to move with it.
Because healing isn’t always about letting go.
Sometimes it’s about learning how to carry it,
turning it into movement, into expression, into something else.
And in that process…
even if it’s just for a moment, you find the light again.
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#conceptualart #healing #arttherapy #manupellon
