Through flowers, I interpret my twenty-three-year-old self.
I am patterns, curtains, handkerchiefs —
an umbrella that shields against both rain and sun.

Through everyday objects, I express the shifting scale of being twenty-three —
sometimes feeling vast, sometimes small, uncertain of where I belong.
I long for the future, yet remain content with the present.
I feel attached, yet I also wish to leave.

In the end, I hope to become an umbrella —
walking slowly forward beneath both sunlight and rain.