Baptiste Renard

Words have been with me for a long time. They inhabit my silences, fill my nights, nourish many of my days, and watch over me at every stage of my life. For years, I kept them hidden away, tucked away in drawers like a secret too fragile to be revealed.

Then one day in December 2024, with as much vertigo as courage, I decided to be read.

Not to shine. No! I don't have that pretension.

But to exist differently. Without a mask. Without armor.

Just me, with my weaknesses, my dreams, my tremors, and my truths.

What I write, I don't write to please. I write because it overflows. Because it beats too strongly to stay inside.

Because there are things I can only say through pages that darken with my ideas and desires.

To those who read me,

to those who accompany me,

to those who encounter my words as one encounters a glance,

to those who will find an echo in certain lines,

to those who will want to read more, who will want to help me, to guide me,

I am ready to grow with you as an author.

Thank you.