Stick and bones…

….are my home.

Hello…

….my little friend.

The wind will blow…

…the clouds away.

Time to uproot….

….move to another pile of manure.

Leaving the closeness….

…..behind me.

The tide is rising….

…..and I can only swim for two days.

Dance until….

….you rot.

When you run out…

…of storage space.

What can we do?

Express yourself……

…through your fashion.