I don't always write them for someone. More often - for myself. About feelings, about pain, about tenderness, about dreams. Sometimes - about love that hasn't come yet. Sometimes - about the one that remained in the past.

Poems come suddenly - at night, in transport, over a cup of tea. They are born from a whisper of the soul, from the look of a passerby, from a random song. And every word is a small piece of me.

I don't chase rhyme. I look for the truth. The real, naked one.

If you write too, you will understand. If not, try it. Maybe it will become your way to breathe freely.

📖 Have you ever tried to tell about yourself in poetry?..