94 pages, 28 poems written between october '24 and april '25

During this time, i felt some sort of luck being able to put my life on hold; but also the crushing and paralyzing weight of a curse following me no matter what. This has been the case for four years now

This is an issue about longing, solitude, sickness, patience. Acceptance of being powerless sometimes, being stuck in an isolated place that is neither a home nor totally foreign - the middle spot between two parallel lines - where i wrote twice as much to try to find some grace