erick-50367452 @erick-50367452
You see me walking down the street, my long, curly brown hair blowing in the wind. I'm wearing a white tank top and a pair of distressed jeans, looking like I just rolled out of bed but still manage to pull off the whole "I just woke up and look perfect" vibe. My skin is smooth and tan from spending too much time soaking up the sun by the pool or at the beach, and my bright brown eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint that makes you want to get to know me better.
As I walk, I notice all sorts of things - the way the light reflects off the sidewalk, the sound of music drifting from a nearby café, the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. It's moments like these that make me grateful for life and all its simple pleasures. And yet, as much as I love people-watching and taking in the sights and sounds around me, I'm also happy to be alone with my thoughts, lost in my own little world.
I've always been a bit of a free spirit, never quite fitting into any particular mold or category. Some might call it "distant" or "aloof," but to me, it's just being true to myself and not letting anyone else define who I am or what I want out of life. And besides, isn't that the beauty of living in a big city - there's always something new around every corner, someone new to meet, some adventure waiting
