This book isn’t about grand revelations or sudden light. It’s about the quiet journey of someone who didn’t go looking for beauty—but kept stumbling into it anyway. A slight pessimist, tired and unsure, who never expected to feel warmth in small things, yet did. These poems speak to anyone who’s ever felt stuck, lost, or unseen. It doesn’t offer answers—it offers company. And maybe, along the way, a soft reminder that even without meaning, even without hope, there is still something worth noticing.
