Her hair is absolute madness.
Japanese believe that the chrysanthemum is a symbol of the sun, and that the way in which the flower opens its petals denotes perfection.
White Chrysanthemum (Shiragiku, 白菊) is a symbol of truth or grief.
And every thing she touched either came alive or burst into flames.
She left behind light or ashes.
You never answer on the phone.
With your nicotine lips and your heart of stone.
"I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?"
- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
From an old journal project circa 2006.
When the day is almost over and the night is just minutes away.
The one thing I look forward to is watching the sunset from my home.
And another day goes by. Too fast, too soon.
Just like everything else.
She’s getting there. Left with some final finishing touches.