NAPATSORN TREESAP

“Somehow,” I thought to myself. “Somehow I could paint the world vividly by just a single fingertip. Life would be so sweet with the smiles of the lost people I’d familiar with. Familiar faces with familiar dreams, now it’s all just blurry pictures. Lost is in every corner of the room. Drops of blood are priceless, for the soul we’ve been made. Happy ending, why it took so long again. Mortality, would it be so rare to be with you again? I counted all the footsteps I made, comparing to the canvas of life I’ll make it again in the next life. Would it be so powerful to feel the peaceful presence of your faces again? Now life is just a nightmare painting with the black magic of the worst ending in the cruelest way. I worshipped your effort again, a tragical sentiment. Here we go again and the next chapter I have to encounter with. You won. (Treesap, 2025)

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