Installation et poèmeChaussures et Fleurs
Installation and PoemSneakers and Flowers
Sometimes life starts with a tear and ends with a flower.
When the heart is broken can it express itself in beautiful ways?
Can a poem be a script to both tell about life and to live by?
Is it fair to say one never dies, that we only get passed around?
I feel a presence in this room.
I both long for and miss each and every person.
But I am not sad.