👋 𝒲𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹-𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝓇𝓈. 𝒟𝑒𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂? 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒. 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒-𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒.

✨ Prince Philips here-but you can call me 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓏𝒶𝒹.

🖋️  A poet by heart, a writer by impulse, and maybe just a little too lost in my own imagination. Writing wasn't the plan, but sometimes poetry isn't enough to hold everything I want to say. So here I am, spilling thoughts onto pages, searching for a 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝒾 through my words.

✍️ 𝑀𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓁𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃-𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝐼 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇. 

📜 My poetry and prose are fragments of longing, wrapped in emotions and a touch of melancholy. I don't write books-just small stories, paragraphs, and thoughts dipped in poetry.

📖 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹 - Sad endings. There's something hauntingly beautiful about tales that don't promise happiness-only 𝓇𝒶𝓌, 𝓊𝓃𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈.

🎭 Should I be studying for my board exams? Yes.
Am I writing instead? Also yes.
Priorities? Questionable. 
Passion? Undeniable.😆

THE WRITTEN STORIES WILL BE MENTIONED BELOW.
(Not any rn)