This little book is made of stardust, daydreams, and a generous scoop of overthinking crafted in form of poems. It holds poems written on sleepy nights, in crowded cafes, during bus rides, and sometimes while pretending to listen during serious conversations. These are thoughts that refused to stay quiet-some soft, some silly, all a little sparkly. If you’ve ever cried over cartoons, believed your coffee could fix your soul, or felt like a walking contradiction-this is for you. Please handle with care. And maybe a hot chocolate.