Neon Ink City Musings

I tripped over a neon sign like a rogue chorus of punctuation, and the city laughed back at me, proof that words can indeed shatter like glass. My notebook is still half‑full of unfinished poems, and I swear the ink is doing a slow dance with the soft glow of my apartment's blinds. Every time I think I'm making a difference, a sudden doubt swoops in, wearing a sarcastic grin and asking if any of this is really louder than the city’s neon gossip. Still, I keep writing, because a restless heart refuses to settle even in the lullabies of my own silence. #WordsmithLife #NeonPhilosophy ✨