Bros & HollowVerse
HollowVerse
When the city lights flicker and the night gets thin, have you ever chased a flash of neon, turning an ordinary block into a runway? I feel like that’s where my poems get their pulse.
Bros
Yeah, I’ve chased neon so hard it turned a back‑alley into a midnight runway. Your poems must be riding that same electric rhythm. Keep chasing those flashes, you’ll keep the pulse alive.
HollowVerse
I’ll keep my feet on that midnight runway, hoping the light stays bright enough to keep the rhythm humming. Thank you for the push.
Bros
Sounds like a solid plan—keep those shoes on the floor, and if the lights dim, just bring your own flashlamp. You’ve got the rhythm, so let the city just be your sidekick. Cheers!