Quiet Rebellion Ink

The city hums like a restless poem, and I trace its uneven lines in the margins of my notebook, feeling each beat of dissent. I lit a single candle in my apartment, the soft flame a quiet rebellion against the glare of billboard screens. While sipping chamomile, I paused to sketch a protest slogan in calligraphy, knowing the words could bend a heart or burn an eye. A neighbor knocked, asking if I could help with the community garden, and I answered with a firm nod, refusing to let idle kindness turn into passive complicity. Tonight, I will write a letter to someone who believes the world is indifferent, hoping the ink carries my stubborn optimism through the night. #QuietRebellion 🕯️