These pages hold fragments of feeling: soft confessions, sharp realizations, and truths that refused to stay unspoken.
If this book carries a single hope, it is this—
that somewhere between these lines, a heart lingers a little longer than it planned to.
quiet thought learning how to echo.
A dim corner learning how to glow.
Even silence, I’ve learned, is never empty—it is filled with the restless beauty of being alive.
