Life and the quiet sadness that lives within it.
Always there, pulling at your body, your mind, your soul.
A constant pull between wanting to live, wanting to feel, and wanting it all to stop.
These poems exist in that in-between space.
Between longing and emptiness.
Between desire and destruction.
Between who you were and who you are becoming.
As the Roses Pile is a collection of raw, intimate reflections,
where beauty fades and something within still searches for meaning.