there's not much to know about me except the fact that writing has been haunting me for years an itch in the brain i can’t scratch, a ghost i can’t exorcise, a permanent stain on my sleeves, a nightmare that visits in the middle of my waking days.

so i stopped running. i called a truce with the characters who linger at the edge of sleep, who whisper in traffic, who sit beside me in silence. i told them: fine. you win. let’s write.

this blog exists for my love-hate relationship with writing for the soft hauntings, the stubborn stories, and the part of me that still believes in telling them anyway.

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