Flowers for my grave

I wanted to become the Ocean,
Vast eternal blue,
I wanted to become the Moon,
Shining silver everlasting,
I wanted to become the Sun,
Perpetual unfading light,
But I became a leaf,
Blown away by the wind,
I became a shadow,
Chased by morning light,
I became your footprints,
On the golden sand,
Washed away by the lull of the sea.
~ Nana



Through this project I mourned myself, my ephemeral existence, my eventual disappearance. It is an ode to the present, reminding myself that I have yet to disappear.