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     I think in images   it’s therapeutic   because sometimes I don’t know my own story   and  I need to find it, discover it, unlock it   but I’m distracted so much  so much of the time  I go in circles, loop after loop, changes after changes     Sometimes I break my loop and start a new one  and then  I’m lost, I  feel  lost   because  I promised I’d never do it again   but  I do  I  did        like for example  If you shoot for the wrong person  more than one time   or maybe it’s not even the same person  but same problem   Baby I can’t do this anymore sorry    but it’s too late and then…  it hits you, you’re not “anyone else’s”  you’re just your  own    and that’s damn right frightening   cause you’re alone  and who the fuck wants to be alone  so you keep going back and back and back   and I want to wake up   but  I can’t   and   I get so frustrated   frustrated that I can’t get the words out of me  that I can’t say what I want   and I play along   cause that’s what it feels like  a  game    cause   they come at you with gentle strokes and not too much thought and obscurities   and I haven’t learned to keep track of my feelings   but   for. the. sake. of. honesty — I see through their crumbly lies   yet it’s liberating   every  time  cause for a split second   right there right then  you feel your heart beating just a little bit faster   like those days when you get up just a little bit early so you can soak in the morning sun  but then freshly squeezed rain comes pouring down   and you have to go back inside      so…     I go backwards  backwards in my thoughts   to trace the  why  the  why do I do this?    and then it suddenly becomes clear   as if I’d just drawn myself for the very first time     I have my answer   or part of it   so I write and write and write and write  for me   so I take photographs over photographs   for me  because  Dear Me,    you’re fine, I promise you     more than fine      With a tap on the heart   I dare feel that   and that takes me back to the beginning  cause…  there’s always gonna be a new pen  and a new paper  and a new story   and everything will fall into place      And   With a softer milkier sky   I let go of thought  cause thought fucks things up   and it bleaches you to  perfection    so i f.e.e.l  blooming and spilling feelings   and  please   be gentle.      -With love,   Alexandra Roman        
 

Skirt: Zara , Blouse: Zara, Necklace: Shourouk, Shoes: Fratelli Rossetti

Editorial Photos: Felicia Hodoroabă-Simion

Location: "Atelier Anda Roman", Design Concept Store

Alexandra Roman

I think in images 

it’s therapeutic 

because sometimes I don’t know my own story 

and

I need to find it, discover it, unlock it 

but I’m distracted so much

so much of the time

I go in circles, loop after loop, changes after changes

 

Sometimes I break my loop and start a new one

and then

I’m lost, I feel lost 

because

I promised I’d never do it again 

but

I do

I did  

 

like for example

If you shoot for the wrong person

more than one time 

or maybe it’s not even the same person

but same problem

Baby I can’t do this anymore sorry

but it’s too late and then…

it hits you, you’re not “anyone else’s”

you’re just your own 

and that’s damn right frightening 

cause you’re alone

and who the fuck wants to be alone

so you keep going back and back and back 

and I want to wake up 

but

I can’t

and

I get so frustrated 

frustrated that I can’t get the words out of me

that I can’t say what I want 

and I play along 

cause that’s what it feels like

a game 

cause they come at you with gentle strokes and not too much thought and obscurities 

and I haven’t learned to keep track of my feelings 

but 

for. the. sake. of. honesty — I see through their crumbly lies 

yet it’s liberating

every time

cause for a split second 

right there right then

you feel your heart beating just a little bit faster 

like those days when you get up just a little bit early so you can soak in the morning sun

but then freshly squeezed rain comes pouring down 

and you have to go back inside 

 

so…

 

I go backwards

backwards in my thoughts 

to trace the why the why do I do this? 

and then it suddenly becomes clear 

as if I’d just drawn myself for the very first time

 

I have my answer 

or part of it 

so I write and write and write and write

for me 

so I take photographs over photographs 

for me

because Dear Me,

you’re fine, I promise you

more than fine

 

With a tap on the heart 

I dare feel that 

and that takes me back to the beginning

cause…

there’s always gonna be a new pen

and a new paper

and a new story 

and everything will fall into place

 

And

With a softer milkier sky 

I let go of thought

cause thought fucks things up 

and it bleaches you to perfection 

so i f.e.e.l

blooming and spilling feelings 

and please

be gentle.

 

-With love,

Alexandra Roman