I walk into a museum and immediately feel like I can breathe a sigh of relief. No one stares here for too long, no one asks unnecessary questions. I can simply be. Sometimes I even catch myself memorizing where everything is, as if it were my own apartment.

Sometimes someone nearby is discussing art. Confidently, beautifully. I listen and feel a little envious—I can't do that. But sometimes I catch myself arguing with them in my head. Quietly, to myself. And it's almost like a conversation, only safe.

'm a bit quiet and have trouble finding the right words, but I genuinely enjoy getting to know people. I love museums, long walks, and simple conversations about everything and nothing at the same time. Sometimes I can seem reserved, but when things get comfortable, I open up. I'd love to meet you 🙂

I often think I look stupid when I stand in front of one painting for too long. What if someone notices? What if they think I don't understand anything? But then a minute passes, and I don't care anymore. Because at that moment I feel something—and that's what matters.

One time, I approached the tour myself. I just stood next to them and pretended I'd always been there. I listened and nodded. No one kicked me out. And it felt like such a small but important step—like I'd just stepped out of my shell.