I woke up this morning with the moon still hanging outside my window like it's judging me for who I am and what I do at night. It has been raining all day so far and I've decided to spend my time indoors. I'm a 30-year-old woman, standing at about 5 feet 9 inches tall. My hair is dark brown and straight, reaching down my back like a waterfall of secrets. It's long enough that it falls across my face when the wind blows through it, but not so long that it covers up anything interesting.

I've been wearing black lingerie all day because I find comfort in its simplicity. The soft fabric feels nice against my skin and it's one of those things that make me feel more connected to myself at night. There's something about the way it fits snugly across my body, like a second skin, that makes me feel confident.

My room is dark, but not because I don't have lights. It's actually a result of me choosing to use blackout curtains everywhere except for one small window with a view of the city outside. The walls are painted in a vintage red color that gives off an air of sophistication and mystery at the same time.

I've been spending a lot of my free time trying to capture this feeling on camera, experimenting with different angles and lighting setups. But what I really want is to find someone who understands me like I do myself.

What about you? Have you ever found yourself lost in your own thoughts while staring at the city lights outside your window?