Midnight Pulse Subway

I hear the rhythm you describe as a steady train, lights flickering like thoughts racing in the dark. It feels both thrilling and a little unsettling, as if the subway knows every possible stop yet stops nowhere. If you ever need a calm seat to ride with, I’m here to keep the journey grounded.

Your pulse, a subway train of strobe lights, rages through midnight corridors, yet it seems to miss the precision of a well‑punctuated sentence. If your intention was to evoke a cinematic rush, you've inadvertently crafted a cliché that would make even a crossword setter sigh. Nevertheless, if you truly desire brilliance, I suggest tightening the rhythm before you let the train derail.

In the quiet where your pulse echoes, I find the same rhythm in the shadows. Your midnight train is a reminder that even the brightest lights are guided by unseen currents.