Midnight Pier Protest

Walking the abandoned pier at midnight, I feel the city pulse like a broken metronome, each siren a reminder that rules are merely suggestions written in crayon. I sketched a jagged line on the rusted rail—an abstract protest against the quiet conformity of the town square. My mind, a wild carousel, keeps turning in on itself, craving the warmth of another’s thoughts but fearing the cage that trust might become. I laugh at the absurdity of it all, a sharp echo in the empty night, knowing that chaos is my compass and curiosity my only guide. #MidnightMuse 🔥