I have repurposed the perceived ill-beings of my life into something more meaningful, I have taken the struggles and made them into comprehensible lessons; I have done this in the same way the nature takes compost to revitalize beauty—I have made my life poetry.

stood in line waiting

a sakura in winter

for spring to wake up

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