writing quietly while the world sleeps.

most days, you'll find me hidden behind unfinished drafts and thoughts too loud for daylight. i disappear often, not because i want to be forgotten, but because some stories require solitude before they can breathe.

i like dim rooms, late nights, jasmine-scented air, and people who speak gently. the rest of me lives somewhere between fiction and reality - collecting fragments of emotions and turning them into something worth reading.