luster/anemones

If there were words to describe the pierrot, it would be pitifully comical, dove eyes and lashes casting a shadow that falls over his features, uneven arcs of lips grazing his prepossessing sight. not attractive by any standards, although, except his almost docile ugliness that bleeds through the pictures is almost fetching, ironical enough.The man reminds him of a wet rag, of boughs snapped by the rain - there's no other reason to explain this man's misfortunes other than some cruel higher power, he thinks, fate as tragic as if some things above took his life into their own whims - laughing at his shortcoming and indulging in his dejected little looks.It’s pitiful, really, the way his tears fall to the ground as he laughs maniacally, a blazing hell left behind - and his love gone. One last cruel joke that life has thrown at him, as he falls apart. It’s haunting the way he said that crying is a waste of time.