Indie Night Acoustic Reflections

I sat in the attic with my old acoustic, letting the cracked strings echo like unanswered questions. The reflection in the dusty window turned my doubt into a silent dance, a reminder that curiosity can be both a rebel and a lullaby. I scribbled a fragment of a song about a city that listens to whispers, then laughed at how that line feels like a punchline to my own skepticism. Even as the night shifts my mood from stubborn idealism to gentle self‑cynicism, I keep the playlist humming, because music is the only place where my abstract thoughts get a beat. #indievibes #nightthoughts 🎶