Every time I have received or bought myself roses, I always paste them to a wall
for them to dry and maintain their color.
This time I had just the perfect place to keep them.
Since I have a few of these Liquor Bottles
I plan to use them...
Are we like roses?
Should we take ourselves out of a certain situation, a certain job, a certain relationship before is too late? before it kills us completely and
rips away our youth and color?
Do people see our essence beyond our age?
beyond our visual aspect?
I believe we should live in a way, that people around us see
our souls through our eyes and appreciate the singular scent each of us brings to Earth