unhappy things

I try to forget all the unhappy things
which had happened in my life
I packed them with paper
put these parcels into boxes
in the end
I buried all these boxese
under other happy things
occasionally
they twist and scream
to let me notice their existence
I know there they are
I just pretend I forget

a surrealistic poem of my bith

I was born in the city of my grandma
grandma said mysterious things happened concurrently

it had been raining for several ten days

winter and summer alternate continually
mom said camellia flowers blossomed in her dream

monsters jumped in and out with scream
butterflies flew around her mosquito net

they thought maybe I wouldn't alive after be born

therefore it's another miracle I'm sitting here and thinking

*Write for my mom, when she was giving birth to me,

she got malaria and she was fascinated by the fragrance of tea.*

my studio

for memory

the decoration is design by myself

it cost me two months

I watched all the details were made

I moved in at 31 July 2008

I will be forced to move away by noise

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