Starlight in my pocket

I carry dreams in my hoodie sleeve, stitched with beats only I believe. The world gets loud, then fades away, when music turns my night to day. My voice may crack, my steps may miss, but still I chase that feeling—this soft little fire inside my chest, that whispers, you’re not like the rest. I’ve fallen down, I’ve lost my place, still I redraw my own sky’s space. No map, no rules, just courage kept in rhythms where my secrets slept. So if you see me shining late, don’t call it luck or call it fate— it’s every try, every restart, a beat, a breath, a stubborn heart. ~T.mb~