I find beauty in chaos, and yet, I thrive in the silence of solitude.
I could be like the pebble on the shore, surrounded by millions of invisible sand particles, submerged under the sea or swept by the wind and sky over me but despite all that, I’m quite solitary. Perhaps, with every passing breeze my ideas shift and so does my identity. I live in a state of perpetual transition. Constantly changing.
Just a random soap bubble floating in the air and attempting to reflect the world around me, upside down.