I recently turned 18, but inside I feel younger 🌙 I still sit on the windowsill with a book, hiding from loud conversations. Sometimes I feel like the characters understand me better than people 🤍 I write down strange thoughts and dialogues in a notebook that could later become a film 🎬✨

I'm constantly writing things down—bits of phrases, snippets of dreams, random scenes from the bus 🌧️ I love watching people adjust their scarf or laugh, unaware that I've already "filmed" them in my head 🎥 I'm quiet, and sometimes it's like I'm invisible... but I see everything 🌸

I often blush, get confused in my words, and then spend a long time going over it in my head 🌫️ But when it comes to art, it’s like a quiet lamp turns on inside me 💡 I can talk for hours about the details of a shot or the character’s personality, and at that moment I’m not afraid 🌼

It's easier for me to show a movie than to explain how I feel 🤫 When no one is home, I rewatch my favorite scenes and think about how I would change the lighting or the ending ✨ Books are piled up by the bed, and in this little chaos I feel calm 📖🍂

I don't have a ton of friends, but I have my books, my notes, and my dream of filming something very tender ✍️ Sometimes I doubt myself, sometimes I feel very tiny 🕊️ But I still continue to make up stories - quietly, in my own way, as best I can 💫