Bottle it up, up to the brim and close it. Tighten it and leave it. One day, trust me, it’ll explode and it’ll be the best thing that ever happened to you. “Lapses” is about lapses. The ones you experience in your life, when you can do nothing but stare, stay speechless and wonder “why, if anything, did this happen to me”. It’s easy to forget that there are billions of other people experiencing life the same time as you as much as it’s easy to forget that you, are one of them. There is no hierarchy to sadness, there is no hierarchy to joy. You are a reflection of your experiences, your life. That makes you important. “Lapses”, goes through each phase and each emotion. Each poem is a raw testimony of survival. You are no less important and neither are your problems. Through the sectons of the book you’ll be confronted by the clowns of society, the fake “self love” era and you’ll be crying. That’s a guarantee, but that’s the point. Even firework’s explode, it’s supposed to be emotional. By the end of it, things will start to make sense and you’ll love yourself a little bit more. A little bit better. A “lapse” is time to reflect on yourself, without the noise”. A “lapse” is hope.