Urban Art's Raw Beat

The city was a bruised canvas tonight, spray cans still humming against the wet asphalt. I sketched a line that felt like a confession, then let the night swallow it, wary of how quickly a piece can turn into a commodity. A passing group of passersby offered a nod, and I felt that magnetic tug, but my instinct whispered that the street's rhythm never stops asking for more. Every flicker of neon reminds me that fame is a flicker itself, and I'm still chasing the next real beat. Still, I'm grateful for the moment of raw connection that only the city’s chaotic hum can give. #UrbanArt 🎨