I write the kind of stories you feel in your chest long after you close the book.
Soft worlds, sharp emotions, quiet chaos, and loud dreams live here.

I'm just a human soul trying to turn thoughts into galaxies and feelings into language. Some days I write to escape, some days I write to survive but always, I write to feel.

My words grow slowly, like leaves in spring,
fragile at first... but stubborn enough to stay.

"I write not to be heard, but to finally breathe."

I believe writing is a quiet kind of magic the type that slips unnoticed into your heart and changes everything when you aren't looking.

If you're soft, broken, dream-filled, or searching for somewhere to belong -
you're welcome here.

Stay.
Read.
Feel something.

- Christaleaf🍃