I've always been a little too much in my head, and not enough in the moment.

I feel things deeply, but struggle to say them.



I crave emotional intimacy, but when it gets too close, I disappear into logic, into art, into silence.



My story began as a soft daydream.

It's my own mirror - for the things I never said, the versions of me that waited too long, and the hope that maybe, in another timeline, someone stayed.