Notes from the Edges of Time

<p>I wrote this book from the edges-not of time but of myself. From the places where I broke softly</p><p>and loved loudly and disappeared without leaving.</p><p>Each page is a breath I couldn't take then. Each chapter a version of me I buried too gracefully.I am not whole here-but I am real.</p><p>This isn't a story you follow. It's one you feel. A mirror a hymn a scar that hums in rhyme.</p><p>I didn't write to be understood. I wrote it to remember what it feels like to be human when no one's watching</p>