i like hanging dried flowers on my wall
they remind me of many things
a wall of petals stand before me
a map of my life.
roses love
sunflowers happiness
buttercups childishness
alstromerias friendship
aconites hatred
lilies death
begonias fear
each flower is a different memory
withered and shrivelled until the very life was suck out of it
reminiscent of how precious and fresh the memory once was.
✂❁
BINABASA MO ANG
Solstice
Poetry"what is the use of a dream you can't catch?" Solstice is a chunky emo dump of whatever my dumb brain comes up with when I'm feeling shitty about myself (collection of poems hand-typed from the fingers of a lonely girl trying to find peace in hersel...
