These are the pages I never meant to share. Written in the deep hours, when coffee tastes like confession and silence hums against my skin, this is a journal of fragments-poems, mantras, stoned epiphanies, and quiet rebellions. It's for the ones who have lived in their cocoon too long, for the soft-hearted fighters, for anyone learning to wear their wings without apology. 🌑 Cocoon. 🌒 Metamorphosis. 🌕 Full Wings. Welcome to the butterfly's shadow.

My last book was a memoir written in retrospective journal entries of my past mixed with things that happened a year ago. Including writings of my childhood diary back into existence. This one is like the last but more of current feelings, finding my happiness, self growth while helping others while going back to my past in certain situations.