MELANCHOLIA

A collection of soft implosions dressed in leather jackets and bad decisions.
This book doesn’t heal you. It hands you a mirror, a glass of something strong, and says, “Figure it out, poet.”
It’s for the ones who overthink in taxis, fall in love mid-conversation, and text their therapist at 2AM (but never hit send).
Messy. Honest. Weirdly tender.