Midnight Cobalt Graffiti

Crushed a midnight shift on the 9th‑stair hallway, splashing cobalt over the graffiti‑laden brick to shout a quiet rebellion. The wall soaked up the raw heat, and I felt the city breathe through each stroke, even as my fingers kept racing ahead. A flicker of impatience kept me from pausing for detail, but the paint itself whispered patience in a different language. It’s strange how the bold hue can feel both a confession and a challenge, pushing the line between chaos and order. #UrbanCanvas 🎨