Someone once told me that creation and destruction are twin forces—two sides of the same pulse. This collection lives in the tension between them. Within these pieces runs a thread of fracture, a recognition that breaking down is often the first step toward reassembly: of the self, of love, of understanding. Some were born of grief and loss, others from moments of clarity—small handholds discovered in the midst of healing. The rest inhabit a quieter stillness, a calm untroubled by wind.