This poetry book is more of a timestamp. A diary dressed in verse. A survival log from the midnight shift, where coffee is currency, silence is sacred, and even sticky notes carry emotional weight. Divided into two parts, this collection begins with the chaos of working through the night (Part A)—the fatigue, the fleeting joys, and the strange beauty found in repetition. Then it shifts into something quieter and more introspective (Part B), asking deeper questions about identity, memory, and meaning. Written during stolen moments between deadlines and daydreams, these poems don’t pretend to be grand revelations. They’re real, raw, and sometimes painfully ordinary—which is exactly what makes them matter. This is poetry for anyone who’s ever felt lost in routine, stuck between versions of themselves, or caught wondering if there’s more to life than ticking clocks and unread messages. It’s not polished perfection—it’s lived experience, folded into lines.