down she goes

she wishes, one day, she'll be seen as that one downcasted, underestimated piece of wallflower who delivers her feelings through mediums of writing pieces and photographs.

because some writings can be good, but raw. beautiful photographs can be perfect, with perfect lighting and angles, splendid pro-level editing, yet again, raw. because they have no feelings. because what matters to us, sometimes, is that the piece has to be beautiful, so we forget what we feel and the colour or mood or – well, feelings – we should deliver and convey.


she just... she's just tired of getting underestimated and overlooked.


and she has never thought a palette of her own photographs can be so self-satisfying, until she made one.



but it's okay. she'll take all this time to learn and grow.