I’ve always lived in the unseen.

Code stitched behind the curtain,
        logic bending to my will,

     function over form,
    substance over shine.

But now—
       now I trace the beauty,
    find weight in the colour,
        meaning in the margins…

    balance in the way things breathe.

  Not for me.
Never for me…

      For her.

To give her words a home,
    a stage,
    a spine,
    strong enough to hold…

    all the beauty they carry.

And so I learn—
    awkward hands
    shaping design,
    reluctant artist,

    pulling light from lines of text,
    dragging beauty from my limitations.

I used to think
I built things—
               from the inside out.

Now, I wonder—
    maybe I’ve been doing it
    upside down—
                all along?