Description of the Book:
 
"Little did someone know about his battles, being fought on blank sheets." This book is a collection of poems about a writer and his safe spaces. He depicts images of mental health, cusses about humanity, celebrates denials and what-ifs, and finds this longing comfort inside places that seems chaotic but perfectly set, to let out his vulnerability. There are times when he forgets his present and finds himself scattered everywhere, so he could rather settle in images amidst the gloom that surrounds him. Just after the ink has run dry and the light seems too dark, he removes himself from this pretentious world for a while and ties himself to reality, so he could spill it all and start all over.