"This book does not arrive neatly. It stumbles, aches and bleeds its way into being. Born from a soft spot for tragedy and an enduring intimacy with melancholy, these poems refuse order, not out of carelessness, but out of honesty. They exist as they were written: raw, disordered, and unafraid of their own fractures. To organize them would have been to erase the truth of how they came alive. This is not a collection that offers directions. It is a companion for those who walk without a map yet carry an unexplainable certainty that they are meant for something greater. For those whose lives feel perpetually chaotic, who are breaking and becoming at the same time, who do not fit the clean edges of a world obsessed with conformity. Each poem is a quiet rebellion and a proof that even in disorder, something can bloom. In the oddest places. In the cracks. In the ruins. This book is not here to be understood completely. It is here to be felt."