“How do you feel now after making futile promises?”

I scroll through the feeds mindlessly thinking about you and that if ever I crossed your mind today.

People’s expectations cut dreamer’s wings.

You blew me off to have your wish. But what other purpose do candles serve?

And there are times when even precious bonds break. Just like that!

Empaths interpret your silences, read beyond your smiles, feel your traumatic eyes because kindness isn’t a weakness but their mighty strength.

You know you are with a strong person when they make you realize how much stronger you can be.

You were like water the parts of your heart I touched before casually moved forward, leaving me bewildered. What wrong did I do?

My hustle made so many people uncomfortable. Because I refused to be moulded unlike them.

Anyone who makes you feel inferior can never be a strong person no matter how much they pretend to be one.

Stardust collected was found in the crumpled pages of my books, for I travelled in all the realms through them.

I looked at the mirror long enough today. Only to meet ‘you’ that was still left in me.

Yes, heartbreak crushes you, but they also turn you into someone you as a kid always wanted to be.

Its a part of adulting when you start to see each human too clearly and then there is no going back.

I had been dead inside for so long that now I want to ‘freaking’ live.

Your departure was like trusting the process of seasons. I never knew i’d bloom again after a terrible fall.

I stare at the moon for that undying confidence to shine alone.

Put me into a crusader’s armor, a cardinal’s vestments. Let me feel the pygmy’s heartbeat, the queen’s breast, the torturer’s pleasure, the Nile’s taste, or the nomad’s thirst.

I really like The Cars. They’re just so over the top and super pop, but I don’t feel guilty. I’m proud of all the music I listen to.

I feel like I’ve always wanted to live in one place and stay in one place, but I always end up choosing things that make me travel.

It would actually feel forced or unnatural to try to do a different singing style or to try to change my sound completely.

When I go onstage and am performing the way I want to… I finally feel like myself.

I understand that, because there are so many musicians, you have to make artists into brands, but I sometimes feel like I have to be some kind of non-human icon in order for people to listen to my music.

I shall feel I have done my race a service. Other considerations are of minor importance.

I only write when I feel the inspiration. Fortunately, inspiration strikes at 10:00 o’clock every day.