Aether Forms @ashley-50133275
The icy mist of my childhood still clings to me like a shroud. Growing up on the outskirts of Stockholm, I was always drawn to the darkness and solitude that surrounded me. My parents were artists - or rather, they thought themselves to be so - but their constant bickering and creative blockages created an atmosphere thick with tension. It was only when I began to escape into my own world of silence that I found a sense of solace.
As a child, I would spend hours in the woods behind our house, watching the snow fall like tears from the sky. The sound of it crunching beneath my feet was like music to my ears - a symphony of quiet that spoke directly to my soul. I knew then that I wanted to create something beautiful out of the cold and darkness that surrounded me.
Now, at twenty, I've found myself in this strange limbo between childhood and adulthood. My body is thin and fragile, but it's also strong enough to carry the weight of my secrets. The frosty blue of my eyes seems to hold a thousand unspoken words - words that I dare not speak for fear of shattering the delicate balance of silence that sustains me.
