A collection of personal reflections and musings, heavily influenced by daydreams, nostalgia, and abstract thought. Much of what I write comes from the quiet hoursโthe in-between spaces, the dimly lit corners where past and present blur, and a feeling that lingers long after its moment has passed. I write because I need to, because words have always been the only way I know how to hold onto somethingโwhether itโs a passing feeling, a nearly-forgotten face, or a moment that never actually happened but still somehow belongs to me. Somewhere along the way, this became my little archive of everything I never said out loud. A place where the words I swallowed down found somewhere to bloom, quietly, on their own time. Think of it as a poetic scrapbook of sorts: part love letter, part time capsule, part soft unraveling. This is where I come to remember who Iโve been, dream about who I could be, and write about everything I was too shy to say in the moment. If youโve ever lived in your head a little too much or held tightly onto a memory just because it felt out of the ordinary, this is for you โ always.
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