Meaningless drifts through the quiet spaces between thought and feeling, where words linger like smoke in a midnight car. A collection of reflections, fragments, and fleeting truths, it explores the subtle weight of existence, the irony of moments we clutch only to watch slip through our fingers, and the beauty hiding in small, overlooked fragments of life.
Dark red and maroon bleed through its pages, a dance of roses and shadows, vanilla-sweet nostalgia, and the soft hum of music you hear only when the world is asleep. It is a mirror to the restless heart, the late-night wanderer, the dreamer who searches for meaning in meaninglessness.
Here, every line whispers, every pause matters, and the reader becomes both spectator and participant in a journey that refuses easy answers-but never refuses emotion.