I'm the dreamer more than always these days. I feel like words have left me, I have none. not for strangers, not for the loved ones. it's all in the mind, sparkle feelings, confetti colours and wonderful things that only live in the snow globe of my head. how enchanted it all is, then whenever I am trying to express them, let them out of their sanctuary, suddenly they seem to fade to small ghosts taken away by the early spring winds.
I feel like a doll in a dollhouse with the most fragile floral porcelains and lacey socks and even a white bunny that lives without a cage but when I open my strawberry lips I have no voice.
it is so shy, the inner world.
I wish I wasn’t a girl who needed so much but a little free creature that slept in deserts and ran on clouds and lived on lilies.
photography by zora beer.