This book was born out of the countless shards of stained glass I collected as memories throughout my life. It’s not perfect—maybe not even whole. It is my stumbling steps through my own dark forest, trying to make sense of the plans of the universe.
It is a collection of poetry made of daydreams and truths; the world around me, and the one inside my mind.
And I wanted to say, it is for the fighters and the gentle souls. For those lost in the night and the ones profoundly found. For the ones who crave deep connection like oxygen but are forced to live in high altitudes. This is for one soul—and for all the billions coursing through the stars for eternity.
But who am I to say all that? The truth is, if it can help just one person to feel what they never dared to speak (just like writing it helped me), even if it only ever touches one heart—it has fulfilled its purpose.
“It's just mirrors and some broken glass.
But if you use them right,
The Kaleidoscope shows you another life”
