Sometimes it feels like I only exist in the light that falls through the window. In those moments, I am not a body, not thoughts, not a story. Just a sensation 😌
This shoot feels like a conversation with myself. A very quiet one. About what it means to be alive, to feel a slow-growing calm inside. Or sorrow. Or a strange kind of tenderness for myself, for the world, for these shadows on the wall.
I don’t know if this means anything to anyone but me. But if you’re here, maybe it does 🖤☺️
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