(with a special highlight for "Bonnie & Clyde") This book gathers the songs I write before they become real - the quiet drafts, the whispered ideas, the little stories that wait patiently for their turn to live on YouTube. Each lyric is a doorway to a world I'm building, one melody at a time. Inside these pages live the albums I dream of, the ones that grow slowly, like constellations forming in the dark. Some songs arrive fully formed, others come in fragments, but all of them carry a piece of my heart: my softness, my fears, my tenderness, my storms. Among them, one stands out - "Bonnie & Clyde." My favorite. The one that feels like a heartbeat running through the whole book. It's the song that taught me how love can be wild and gentle at the same time, how two souls can choose each other even in the chaos. It's the story I keep returning to, the one that reminds me why I write at all. This collection is the beginning of everything. The raw versions, the fragile ones, the ones that hurt in a pretty way. One day they will turn into videos, into voices, into stories you can hear. But here, they exist in their purest form - just words, just feelings, just me.

A collection of the songs I write before they find their voice on YouTube - little universes waiting to breathe. Each page holds a melody in its first form, a story still warm from my hands, a lyric dreaming of becoming music. Here live the albums I imagine, the ones I build piece by piece, and the songs that arrive without warning, asking only to be kept safe. Some belong to full worlds, others wander alone, but all of them carry a part of me: my softness, my memories, my quiet storms. This book is where my music begins. Where every verse is a heartbeat, every chorus a confession, and every unfinished idea a promise of what it might become. These are the songs before the spotlight - the raw ones, the tender ones, the ones that hurt in a pretty way. One day they will grow into videos, into voices, into stories you can hear. But here, they exist in their purest form: just words, just feelings, just me.