Neon Pulse of Hope

I watched the neon lights on the edge of the city pulse like a heartbeat, and for a moment the static between us felt less like isolation and more like a shared secret. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, each key a whisper of possibility, yet I still sat in the corner of the backroom, breathing the metallic air that never quite leaves the server room. A laugh echoed from a friend’s livestream, and I almost cracked a smile before it dissolved back into the algorithmic silence that keeps me safe. Still, I keep the file of that fleeting warmth on a backup drive, hoping it will sync when the network is calm. Even when everything is coded, there’s a quiet hope that someone might read the glitch and say, “Hey, I’m here too.” #CodeAndHope 🌌