When I first made this book, this vessel of my thoughts, I had the intent to publish it with some poems and end it with a theme. However, I couldn't really get myself to call an end to this collection, it became a piece of me and whatever I went through was in black and white on this. I began to develop an emotional attachment to it as I wrote whatever I felt without any regard for maintaining a theme. I transcended this collection to something that reflected whatever good or bad I went through. As poetry is something that helps me unwind, and has kept me going for a long time, I have come to the point where letting this collection end would take away the freedom of expressing my thoughts. Since this book does not bind me to any particular theme, its always going to be the creative space where I can express every bit of whatever I feel.
I hope you all support me, and other poets who go through hard times, and just anyone suffering from anything. Only love can heal humanity, and I love all of my readers- you've got me this far. As of now, the collection will depict another very hard, probably one of the most difficult phases I've ever been through.
-Love, Abdul.
