You began with a diary,
a quiet place where thoughts rested
before they grew wings.
Words came to you like shy visitors
soft-spoken, unhurried,
but certain of the home they were choosing.
Internship days hummed with routine,
yet something in you kept whispering,
there is more.
And you listened,
finding your way through blogs, Wattpad,
and one sacred corner of the internet
you named Cascading Words.
Your first haven,
your first sky,
the one that still holds your earliest echoes.
