Absence (2019)
Paper Cut, A Page of Book
11 X 19.5 CM
I am here
even I am not here
Can you hear me
When I am not here
Some absences are always in presence
An absent could be a present
A present for you to feel the light and the lightness
It was my first time feeling timeless
When we don’t talk, may I archive our silence
When I am not here, may I archive my absence
When you are here, may I archive your fragrance
You could not hear
Even if you are here
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Disappear
Fifty years’ frozen
Fifty years’ silence
I was born to be disappeared
A generation to be cleared
Where it is dissolving
The wind is white
The white is bright
And I lost my sight
I thought it would be gradually
Who care if it is gently
I stand still in silence
I stand still in white
There is no light
Missing
If one day I am missing
It is not surprising
The frozen ice is in pain
Only the silence remains
Never believe in guarantee
The preserving in the tin
The wind from the north
said it comes for ice breaking
It blasts almost everything
You break my heart
I break the silence
Days before I am missing
I remember the days I am missing