This is the journey I never learned to stop:

eight chapters written in ash,

with shadows breathing in my room

and a heartbeat surviving in the ruins.

Here I keep my blue nights,

my fears, my open wounds,

the loves that never arrived

and the ones that broke me trying to.

Each chapter is a different fall,

an echo of who I was

and what I’m still trying to leave behind.

If you read these lines, you enter with me

into this cycle that burns and burns again:

LOOP VII — ashfall,

my story of loving, losing,

and standing upright in the smoke.