I am the author of Fleeting Breeze—a brutally honest memoir written not to heal, but to destroy. My writing is not meant to inspire or comfort. It is meant to confront the darkest parts of existence and strip away the illusions of hope.
Before Fleeting Breeze, I published my debut work, To My Mother—a tragic tale exploring the depths of despair and the cruel indifference of life. While it touched upon themes of loss and hopelessness, Fleeting Breeze is a rawer, more personal account.
I write because the world I inhabit is already shattered. My words are nothing more than fragments of a broken mind trying to bury the last traces of light.
If you choose to read my work, understand that it is not meant to save anyone. It is meant to embrace the darkness and find solace within it.