Glass sentences

This book wasn't written to explain. It was written to remain. Inside, you'll find sentences as fragile as glass – transparent, sharp, and easily broken. They were born from silence, from waiting, from places where emotions have no name, yet demand to be heard. These aren't whole poems. They are fragments. Thoughts torn from moments when what was felt was more than what could be said. Read them slowly. Or just read one. Perhaps you'll recognise yourself in one of them. Perhaps another will cut you, just a little. Glass isn't weak. It just remembers every touch.