beyond blossoms.

Everything that is realistic has some sort of ugliness in it.
Even the ocean when it become violent,
a bird it seeks its prey, a flower is ugly when it wilts.

I did not want to be a tree, a flower or a wave.
A life like drama, we as audience must see ourselves,
not the imitated behavior of everyday actions,
not the phenomenon of nature,
not exotic creatures from another planet,

but something of the miracle that is a human being.

We always plucked a thistle and planted flower..
where we thought a flower would grow.
We do not have to tell a flower how to bloom.

Till then, xx
weiw.