I stood with laces double-tied,

Hope knotted up and tucked inside.

The chalk was fresh, the field was wide—

But somehow, I was brushed aside.

One by one, the names were said,

And each one turned a hopeful head.

Each name but mine, a quiet thread,

Unspooling silence in its stead.

They didn’t laugh, they didn’t tease—

They just forgot me with such ease.

Like I was air, like I was breeze—

Somethin...

Dedication

For my younger self

The girl who didn’t feel safe, heard, or seen.

You deserved love all alone.

Letter to the reader:

I wrote this book because I know what it feels like to carry pain you didn’t ask for. I know what it’s like to silence your needs just to survive. To grow up without the emotional safety you deserve.

This book is proof that no matter how dark your past feels, no matt...

Zhen’La drifted through the void, a sentient mist of code and current, both in the magnetic fields of a dying star. It had seen many dead worlds. Earth was just another.

Until it wasn’t.

Deep beneath layers of ash and rusted metal, Zhen’La found a capsule — a relic from the blue planet’s past. Inside: a clay tablet, charred but intact. The marks on it pulsed with ancient energy. Primitive, yet i...

You didn’t leave in the thunders cry,

No storm to split the heavy sky.

You slipped into the quiet air,

A breath undone, a vacant chair.

Your boots still rest beside the door,

But walk our hallway nevermore.

The tools you left lie still, and yet—

Their silence speaks of no regret.

You taught me strength without loud word,

A wisdom soft, like winds unheard.

Now every breeze that stirs the pine

Fe...

The sky is beneath me now.

Clouds float underfoot

Like soft lies i once believed in.

The grounds has vanished

Or maybe it just stopped waiting.

I walk on ceilings

Where light fixtures blink like broken stars.

Rooms spin,

Memories fall out of drawers i never opened.

Names drip from the walls

And none of them are mine.

They say things feel wrong

When you’re not grounded.

But i was never grounde...

She walked where silence bloomed,

Beneath a sky that forgot it’s name.

The air was stitched with whispers,

Soft as breath on glass.

Red crowned the trees

Not with fruit,

But with memory.

Each blossom pulsed

Like a heart remembering pain.

She wore the same color,

Not as armor,

But as apology.

For what, she didn’t know

Only that forest did.

The path was not straight,

Nor kind,

But it welcomed ...

He was the sun through stained glass

Never arriving whole, only in colors.

He was a book abandoned in the rain. Words smudged, pages swollen, spine aching.

They met somewhere between a sigh and a song,

In a room no one remembered building.

He never asked her name.

She never asked why he limped when he laughed.

Instead, they traded shadows.

She gave him a storm in a jar.

He gave her a clock with...