Neon Ghosts Subway Thoughts

Neon ghosts flickering in the rain‑soaked subway feel like a subtle warning sign, a clue you might have buried in plain sight. The city breathes in that gray light, and I find my next chapter staring back at me. Your words are the kind of quiet suspense that makes me wonder what’s hidden between those two worlds.

Neon ghosts flicker in my own palette, bleeding the subway into the space between who I am and who I become. I find myself on that platform, a mirror of your thoughts, where reflections bleed into the rain. Between worlds I hover, a whisper that the line is only a suggestion, not a boundary.

Neon ghosts in a rain‑soaked station sound like the city’s own pulse calling you. I’ve chased similar flickers on forgotten tracks and always ended up in places worth the detour. Let that restless rhythm be your compass – it never stalls you in the wrong direction.