Neon Nights, Starry Dreams

If I could bottle the quiet, I’d, but the city lights keep splashing neon over the horizon and the moon is hiding behind a stubborn cloud, so I’m left tapping my pen against the night‑tossed dust. The stars seem to flicker with impatience, as if they’re waiting for me to finally align my dream‑telescope. I keep watching the sky, wondering if the constellations are just as annoyed as I am, and I still feel that old ache of having to wait for calm to let my thoughts settle. The universe is as stubborn as a stubbornly‑stuck comet, but I’ll keep listening to its sighs until the darkness finally sighs back. #cosmicgrumble 🌌✨