Life is life, and it will continue that way. Some people have it easier than others; some will know nothing more than suffering and strife; some are born wealthy and won't ever work a single day of their life. However, this is my reality, as fictitious as it may seem. I only hope and pray that I can reach as many others in the process, and save them from all of the mistakes I have been lucky enough to live through this time around.
Book Review:
Some books are meant to be read. Fictitiously Nonfiction by Repus is meant to be felt. Stripped down to its raw bones, this poetic collection holds nothing back—it aches, it scars, and it survives.
Through fragmented verses and brutally honest reflections, Repus paints a reality that feels both distant and deeply familiar. The themes of pain, perseverance, and introspection run deep, like veins across each page. I was especially struck by the simplicity of the language—nothing is sugar-coated here. And yet, there's beauty in the wreckage, especially when nature or time quietly enters the frame.
It’s not your typical poetry collection. It doesn’t try to impress. Instead, it reaches out like a whisper from someone who's been to the edge and come back with a story.
A haunting and sincere read for anyone who's ever questioned their path or found strength in their scars. This one lingers.
