Night is a canvas that only shows up when you sneak out at midnight with a bag of neon pencils, I chase it because when daylight fades the universe whispers in colors you can’t see before and I’m just trying not to miss that glittering confession. It’s like chasing fireflies with a broken camera—beautiful, chaotic, maybe a little reckless, but that’s how you paint something that looks like a storm and feels like home.