You're doing too much, and I'm not living enough. I can count my life by the times I have alone to just contemplate. To be with myself, with my books, and my music. The presence of someone else, no matter how subtle, will always take away from my direct connection.

Everything makes sense in solitude. I write, create, and come up with my next big ideas. Life is in perpetual motion, and I'm not stimulated by your outside attention.

Long ago, I learned to look inward, and never found need to look anywhere else.

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floral sheer dress by boohoo

black pumps by YRU

photos by Stefania Lola