Photography and Prose Poetry: Me and My Existence

1

My eyes are a way of my existence.

2

I stared at the illusion, but it didn't mean to stare at me. Just like my reflection in the lake, I have a reflection.

three

My soul laughs at my body and thinks it is weak and dirty.

My body also despises my soul and thinks it is harsh and artificial.

At this moment, if they don't love each other, I can't be one of them, and there is no point in my living.

four

There is a nightmare in the house over there. As long as I run fast enough, the ghost will never catch up with me.

The houses here are full of flowers. Maybe it's not the fragrance of flowers, but more like a potion to soothe sadness, which makes people sleep in a mess.

Early March 20, 2020

Photography comes before writing.