When no one is watching, roles disappear. There are no spectators, no need to play. Neither strong, nor sweet, nor comfortable. Everything external is erased - the naked "I" remains❤️
In such moments, the real thing comes out. Someone will turn on their favorite song on repeat and dance barefoot around the room. Someone silently looks at the ceiling and has a dialogue with those who have long been gone. Someone tries new things, does stupid things, behaves strangely - and enjoys freedom.
Without prying eyes, it is easy to drop armor. Masks, status, necessary phrases disappear. The primordial returns: wild, tender, vulnerable, playful, forgotten. What you can’t show in crowded places and in photographs.
Sometimes it is a reboot. Sometimes - a revelation. And sometimes - just a moment when the body and soul breathe in the same rhythm again 🌫️
And there is power in this. Because it is there, behind closed doors, that the one who will then go out into the world is born. Or not. But will know: inside everything is real.
Without filters. Without likes. Without other people's expectations.
Natalia❤️