Think of it as a puzzle that refuses to be finished, a collage of feelings that wander, stumble, and sometimes dance. The poems aren’t polished perfection—they’re messy but honest.
Start anywhere. Stop nowhere. Let the loose threads lead you. If you find yourself smiling, sighing, or wondering what just happened, then maybe—just maybe—you’ve found exactly what you weren’t looking for.
Because in the end, we’re all a WORK IN PROGRESS. And that’s the fun of it.
