the path

Reverie is a quiet storm-an aching unraveling of tenderness, longing, and the fractured edges of love. These poems drift like cigarette smoke through empty rooms, clinging to what was felt but never said. In a world half-dream, half-memory, each word cuts softly, like the aftertaste of goodbye on someone else's mouth. This is where vulnerability lives-not polished, but pulsing. A body of work for the ones who feel too much and say too little, who carry ghosts in their ribcages and call it home.

Somewhere between daydream and descent, Reverie lingers.