home -to the thoughts that had no address.

This book wasn’t planned — it happened.One poem at a time on ordinary days in unexpected moods.It’s not trying to sound deep or polished. Just honest.These pages hold things I didn’t know how to say out loud —but maybe you’ve felt them too.A little messy a little soft a little sharp.For the nights you couldn’t sleep.For the mornings that felt too hectic.For when you want to feel understood — even by a stranger.