Since my early childhood,

I have been depressed by humans as an avaricious and conflicted being, including myself.

Alone, “paintings” were my only savior from this reality,

but eventually I found a ray of hope, the warm light,

from my own “paintings” which lit other people's heart.

This realization was probably, the beginning of everything.

 

Humans are

weak, foolish and loving.

Humans are

fragile, ephemeral, and precious.

Humans are

beautiful,

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probably. 

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- AYUMI ENDO -