They say the dead rest. But what about the ones who never got the chance? These stories don't knock. They slip in-uninvited. You won't find comfort here-only the chill of what watches when the lights go out. Abandoned houses. Faint whispers. Rooms that remember. And things that should have stayed buried... but didn't. Every tale is a breath held too long. A shadow stretched too far. An echo you wish you hadn't heard. They're not waiting to be found. They've already found you. "The silence speaks. Can you hear it?"

This is not a collection of perfect poems- but pieces of light that slipped through the places I thought were broken. Each word is a breath I couldn't take back, each line a moment I lived through-softly, silently, and sometimes, in storms. These poems are for anyone who's ever felt too much, for hearts that hide their glow in quiet corners. Because sometimes, the most beautiful light comes from where we least expect it- between the cracks. "Poems that don't shout. They stay." "Because broken doesn't mean dim."