Van Gogh’s tree

he sat in front of his window, cried, raged, and painted.

spirits

the dead envy the living.

society smiles

society tells you when to smile and when to cry.

disclaimer: this only applies to a situation that happens to oneself, not to others. for instance, you really shouldn’t laugh at a funeral unless the deceased wanted it.

corpse

just because i breathe doesn’t mean i am alive.

deception

as such, pretty wordsmelded, turned into broken arrowspiercing my dead heart

embers

the forgotten ash rises again.