society of fallen flowers

society of

fallen

flowers

Something about yourself

sometimes I wonder why I

must exist on the web.

now that I’ve decided upon my existence, what form shall it take?

I’ve dug up a bunch of self-portraits made across years, so you can see me, the way I once saw myself.

when you can only stand to look at one facial feature of yours at a time

I’m

just

a

poor

boi

nobody

loves

me

i am a giant occupying precious space in this tiny world, collecting flowers to put in my vases

waiting for death is tiring

a

swim

once

in

a

while

helps

break

the

monotony

I used to be able to…

… read all my troubles away

here

i

am

now,

eating

my

weight

in

noodles

i wonder if I was a happy child