B R E A T H E

Fin.

If you've reached this far in this book, then I really wish I could give you a hug and this is coming from someone who doesn't like physical touches at all.

This book is like a nook people have in their shelves, the one where they store random objects they can't quite fit in some place else.

I'm not a poet, not really and I'd never dare call my ramblings poetry but these snippets are sometimes the only things that keep me sane, and also drive me mad.

Some people think that these words that I write are worth something and it is because of them, that this book exists.

I've been here for more than five years now and have been "writing" my book ever since. I suck at it. I do.

It's easier for me to come up with ideas and write a few pretty lines but when it comes to actual book writing process, I am a sore loser but I still try because in the midst of all the chaos that this world brings, the only thing we have to offer is our words.

That's the second reason why this book exists.

Because one day I won't exist but maybe someone will find these words and wonder about me and think I had a beautiful life and in their mind, I won't be a loner who is plagued by mediocrity among other terrible things.

I'd be a completely different person.

And maybe then, I'll be able to breathe once again.