I just enrolled in art history and I'm still a little confused 🌿 Sometimes it feels like this didn't happen to me, but rather I'm just observing my life from the outside ✨ I've always been quiet and listened rather than spoken 🤍 It's easier for me to think internally than out loud, and in this silence I feel more honest 🌙 Since young, I've loved museums and old art albums 🎨 I feel calm in front of paintings, as if someone understood my thoughts long ago and carefully captured them on canvas 🕊️ I often feel lonely, even among people 🍂 But there's something real in this solitude—a time to understand yourself and slowly grow 🌾 I'm not very brave, but I truly love art 💫 And I want to one day talk about it in a way that others can also feel this quiet, warm excitement 🌸