Under Happiness

  • Each photo is my happy face, but dead rose petals covered them all...
    I keep collecting the dried petals for 6 month. As a symbol of memory.
  • Flowers have gone to sleepĀ 
    Men have gone to sleepĀ 
    Knitting memories
    Gently stab into my body
    Like petals falling silently
    Like you leaving quietly
  • I can feel the pain. I need to feel the pain
    This is the only way to grow