Deciding to stay still instead of keep going on saves me from contradictions.
Uncertain of where my thoughts wander in subtle uneasiness.
Heal in the quiet, covering myself under the heat
I try to stay blind in order to practice heightening my sensitivity.
Trying to look inside myself and found the inner sanctum of worries.
I have very limited room for other contemplations
Breaking my own dead-end expectation whenever my soul goes winter.
Insecurity is like plastic bags, it is a waste and it kills.
Cleaning up things I don't want to think again.
No greater relief exists than knowing how things end.
I'm not sad, I feel foreign and this reality wasn't meant for me.
I keep redrawing the line over and over, to remind myself that it exists.
I keep extending my endurance as life went cruel.
Seems that time has struggled to pass through me to realize that it left constant shadows.
And in the end, the abiding disquiet within my false self remains.
Photographer & Art director // Natalia Pek
Model // Chavella
Fashion stylist // Jess Candradi
Wardrobe // Satoo by Kitakami
