Don't you dare open that door.
You may look out at The Sunflower outside
Keep wondering, its back shall face you always.
A numb, unbending stalk, honoring the boundary you drew.
Let the wind deceive The Sunflower's yearn for you.
It's obvious, it showed you its petals before
Every texture, tear, beauty and even the insects it shields underneath. Goddamn you even kept one of its disc floret in your chest.
Go on, keep looking at The Sunflower.
Even though you have many blossoms and beauties in the house. They yearn for your attention too
Tend to them with quiet, stained love and hold them with loyalty
Keep watering them like they deserve
But remember, The Sunflower doesn't need yours.
You, planted The Sunflower outside.
You can't tear it out from the tensioned, distant ground.
In fact, you must never open that door.
Or the house you so painstakingly built will crumble, curse and croak
Yet perhaps The Sunflower could build your new home.
With buried, faint, decayed remains of love, somehow.
--Ye Zhen, @cxline0816 on Instagram, 23/05/2026
Theme : Others -- "Forbidden Attachment"