This collection of contemporary poetry is pulled from raw emotion, emotions that overstayed their welcome most days. Pulled from the layer that lies beneath the exterior. These are the love letters I never sent, that held my head hostage. The thoughts that developed in an abyss of almosts and maybes, through long days and dark nights. I allowed all aforementioned to bleed onto the page without cause or concern. Because what do we have outside of our own essential experiences?