I'm sitting on the curb, wearing a black jacket, and my phone is pointing at the sky. I'm picking up the signal. Or a moment. Or I just find myself thinking that I haven't been so calm for a long time. The city is roaring somewhere below, and I'm here between the asphalt and what's above the screen 😅🔥

My jacket over my shoulders, my phone in my hands. This selfie isn’t for others it’s for the version of myself who’ll want to remember this evening. I look into the lens, but I see something of my own. And I stay silent. I stay beautifully silent 😁

Three bouquets side by side, a white turtleneck, black jeans. I’m sitting among the flowers, as if they weren’t meant for me, but I for them. My gaze into the camera is calm, but inside there’s a quiet tenderness. Or perhaps weariness. Or both 💞

White top, white skirt. And it's all night. I'm sitting on the couch, looking where the light is no longer needed. Or where he never was. It seems that there is something there. Or it just seems to me ❤️

Everything’s black: the hoodie, my mood. My hand on my head isn’t a sign of tiredness, but a pose. I look at the photo and think: how quiet I am, when inside I’m a storm. Or maybe it’s the other way around. I don’t even remember anymore 🌑