wings ◻ syh and clp

prolouge

the corner of my memory, a brown piano settled on one side.
still, i hold the six flowers tightly in my hands.
i'm sorry, mom, for realizing now how much you've done for me.
because right now i'm happy, but i'm unhappy.
whatever it takes, save me.
even if i try to hide it, conceal it, it can't be erased.

you make me begin.

lowercase intended.