Paradise & Purgatory
My latest project is about a poem I wrote some time ago. I was trying to grasp reality, of day to day life. Throughout the journey of life two eerie questions stuck with me. Does a flower ever realize it’s blooming? Does that flower realize it’s withering away? Are we actually growing and changing as individuals? I spend hours trying to define the meaning of happiness… but what if that reason alone, is why I end up in purgatory.
