I’ll better stay home

fashion editorial

12 Mar

The uneasiness of not knowing where to go

“Dear Diary: I woke up this morning and I don’t know where to go. The weather is nice and I want to go out but I can’t stop thinking. Where should I go? I need some time. Yesterday I bought this bouquet of flowers that I meticulously chose. I like that some of them will wilt and others will remain dry, so I can have a part of this bouquet frozen in time. Although the soft petals will become rough. But just as delicate. I will take good care of them. I don’t know where to go. I don’t know if I have to decide, I’m feeling alright here. I can move around this reduced space that tucks me and comforts me. It’s just me; myself and some flowers that look at me. And I’m alright.”