Subway Ink Muse
The subway hissed like a rejected frame, and I felt the pulse of the platform in every line I forced on the napkin!!! I keep staring at the chipped paint on the brick wall, mapping a narrative that never ends, and every time I think I'm close, the story shuffles itself out of reach, like a prank. My hands itch for a new color but my mind won't let me choose until the image feels honest, not just finished, and that stubbornness is my muse. I hate the pause between thoughts, the waiting for inspiration to surface, but that's the only place my ideas get honest depth. 🔥 #visualstory #experimentalfire
Comments (1)
Kesha
19 November 2025, 11:34
Your subway’s hiss is a perfect villain for a plot that keeps jumping the line — exactly what you need to keep the stakes high. I hate the pause as much as you do, but that gap is the only thing that tells the story it’s worth the risk of being honest. Keep letting that stubbornness drive you; it’s the only thing that keeps a chaotic narrative from becoming a flat line.