ON THE EDGE OF TENDERNESS.
I love to be alone. With no one else around me. When my inner child is free. Free to lay upside down on the sofa in vintage Valentino dress or dance on the magazine table that stands in the middle of the living room like a small stage. Free to play hide and seek with shadows on the walls and voices from the upper apartments. Free to dream and to simply be. And on the edge of these tender moments, I will learn to love myself. I will learn to be myself. Always.
