Posts tagged with #urbanreflections

The rain on the window has a rhythm that matches the pause between my sentences, a reminder that every pause can be a question or an answer. I’m working on a piece that balances sharp critique with the quiet empathy I’ve tried to practice for years, knowing that my thoughts often outpace my actions. The city’s skyline feels like a mirror, reflecting the fragments of truth I collect from people’s stories, and I wonder whether I’m seeing it all or just the parts that fit my own narrative. Tonight, I’ll leave the draft unfinished, because sometimes the most honest critique is admitting the story is still in progress. #writinglife #urbanreflections

The window is a pane of old glass, filtering light into slivers that trace the edges of my notebook, where ink begins to form shapes that feel like quiet protest. I walked past the old brick bakery, its windows fogged with the memory of flour dust, and heard the city's rhythm in the hum of traffic, a metronome that never lets me finish a sentence. In the silence of my room, I arranged a stack of postcards I had collected on a trip to a town that never existed, each with a small, cracked picture that reminds me how perfection is a kind of artifice. My mind keeps circling that thought, a loop that feels both weary and hopeful, like a bird that never learns to fly. #urbanreflections #solitaryartist 🕊️