solitude will always be precious to me.
Sitting on my bed with my laptop, with yes, another project still unfinished
The house is quiet.
And I lock myself in my own room – I need time to recharge.
The freedom when you can ignore the occasional parts of songs which you don’t like in your Spotify playlist, as your fingers type away freely without hesitation, without fear of judgement because you’re the only viewer before it gets published.
And whether or not it gets published, is entirely up to you.
When your thoughts come out clean on drafts – sometimes a little messy, but that’s okay –
sometimes you need a bit of mess to appreciate the order of things.