I write the kind of stories
that bloom in the dark-
where love tastes like danger,
where devotion and destruction
walk hand in hand beneath the same moon.
My words are stitched together
from sleepless nights, quiet rage,
unspoken longing, and the pieces of myself
I could never explain out loud.
Every character I create
carries a heartbeat carved from my own chest.
The villains hold my anger,
the broken ones carry my scars,
and the lovers speak the emotions
I buried beneath silence for far too long.
I do not write perfect worlds-
I write the raw ones,
the cruel ones,
the hauntingly beautiful ones
that leave bruises on the soul long after the final page.
Writing was never just a hobby to me.
It became the only place
where my chaos could breathe freely.
Between ink-stained thoughts and midnight ideas,
I built worlds out of pain, obsession, passion, and survival-
and somewhere between those pages,
I found fragments of who I truly am as a writer. YOUR BELOVED..........KIRI