Dead Roses

There’s something about dead pretty things, yellowed, old, faded, sad, falling to pieces, to dust. Something, shall we say?, rather friendly…Scan0102

Scan0103So lets preserve them forever in  black and white lines, never dead cuz it was never alive, contorted, re-interpreted, hazy, hazed out, crazy, crazed out, flowing from somewhere else entirely… black and white, white and black, dots, strokes, scribbles, lines…

These were the roses my elder sister gave me for my Convocation 🙂

About theshadowsofthenight

An amateur writer and amateur artist :)
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