A quiet corner of light in a world made of edges.

This is where I write about the beauty I stumble across—
The glimmers of wonder tucked between the chaos.
The people who have shifted the way I see the world.
The small moments that feel like healing.

Here lives the hope I never thought I'd hold.
The pride I’m still learning how to carry.
The softness I used to think I had to hide.

If Written in Shards is where I bleed—
This is where I breathe.