A fleeting second on someone's news feed,No dearth of meanings for those who read,Not my stories but 'tis what I think,I say I don't write poems, I just write dreams.

I had seen the world as either white or black.It is only when I read the pages of her diary that I understood why the sky looked so grey.

Maybe that's what writers do-Maybe they exaggerate pain just so that you feel okay about what you're feeling.

No matter how "normal" people look, living "ordinary" lives, everyone has a story to tell. And may be, just like you, everyone else is a misfit too.

Fictions are realities we don't think of, that are happening to people we know nothing about.