using myself as a canvas, cuz imma face it, im not good with other people, and the only person ill always have, is my own self: me, my reflection and my dried roses.
flowers for survival, plants scream, gratitude , ! (might be sticking with the idea of how biological factors heal , mine and your brain filled with confusion and distress, they bring a bit of peace into the horrible mesh that is the modern developed world we live in)










