A Lot Of Stuff Have Happened Since I Posted Last Time. I Got Depression And Wasn't Able To Carry This

I don't like red. I used to like it, but not anymore, it's too much too bright to everywhere as if everything will be in it, sooner or later.

I saw them,

Is it... Looking at me?

Duck and cover

I don't want to feed what's inside.

And this is something even I can recognize! Peonies!

...right?

Oh no

I shouldn't have taken this photo

It's kinda fascinating to see how, even after all that, glass never turned to shards.

I would want to light it up, but it's better this way.

Dried flowers are constant. They don't change, don't grow, don't rot.

Only turn to dust when their time comes.