The Manic Notebook

"I've scattered petals of my truth, but the root still grows unseen."

This is my poetry book

A collection of fragments, reflections, and quiet revelations. Each piece blooms from silence, shaped by longing, memory, and the unseen forces that move beneath the surface. Some pieces I've shared before, but the rest I held close unsure if the world would ever care to visit my world. What you're about to read are verses that whisper, bliss, ache, and reach not to explain, but to feel.