I once saw a boy on the subway, maybe 16, writing furiously in a tattered notebook while the world around him blurred into motion. No phone, no distractions—just lost in a moment no one else could see.

I remember thinking: Does he know he’s a poet? Or is he just trying to make sense of everything swirling inside him?

I designed this for people like him. For the ones who scribble thoughts on napkins, who romanticize the ordinary, who feel like every conversation, every heartbreak, every fleeting second is worth remembering.

Because being a poet isn’t about writing—it’s about seeing, feeling, and living like every moment has meaning.

So, are you watching life happen? Or are you paying attention?

—Pranav (Artist & Thinker at FKAHUMANS)