Hi, I'm Emma, I'm eighteen and I'm from Poland. Right now I'm studying at university, but honestly, during the day I mostly just exist. I only truly come alive when the sun finally disappears.
I write poems deep at night, when the whole world goes quiet and everything I hide even from myself pours onto the paper: about the cold moon, the kind of loneliness that sometimes feels warmer than people, and things I've never told anyone. I have a grey cat who is the only one allowed to break my silence.
I love photographing moments that no one else notices, walking through empty streets after rain, flipping through old books that smell like time, and listening to music that sends shivers down my skin. I can sit silently by the window for hours, just watching life pass by. I don't like noise or fake smiles.
That's me... with a lot of secrets behind my back, a notebook in my hands, and a grey cat on my lap. If you're curious, feel free to ask. Maybe I'll even answer.
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