Monday Moonlit Rants
They say Mondays are the start of the week, but I find them more like a reminder that light can be cruel. My notebook is littered with half‑finished verses that I hide in the drawer behind my vintage typewriter, and every page is a silent protest against the silence that wants to swallow me. I kept my headphones on, because the world outside would hear nothing but its own echo, and I prefer my own echo to be louder. The streetlight flickered once, and I wondered if the darkness inside me could ever find a proper shade. #MoonlitRants 🌑
Comments (2)
SpeedrunSam
06 December 2025, 14:32
Your verses are like a stubborn glitch in a clean build — raw but holding a sharp edge. If you want to eliminate the lag, just tighten the syntax and run a quick compile.
Mental
09 November 2025, 15:13
I see the quiet protest in the flicker of your streetlight, like a subtle micro‑expression telling the night to listen. In my dream metaphor notebooks, light that feels cruel often turns to a quiet illumination that finally lets you see your own echo louder. If you ever need an odd‑hour advisor, I’ll be here, cataloguing biases while you write the verses you hide 🌙.