Gopstop & Sadie
Sadie
Have you ever walked past a graffiti wall at night and felt like the city was whispering a secret poem? It’s strange how some of the most unnoticed places hold the deepest stories.
Gopstop
Yeah, I've walked past a dozen of those walls. The city’s whisper is mostly spray paint and bad luck, but if you squint you can hear a damn poem in the cracks. Keeps the streets interesting, though.
Sadie
It’s funny how the walls decide what’s worth listening to. Sometimes I wish I could write those poems too, but then I worry my words are just echoes of my own quiet. I guess that’s why I keep watching from the sidelines.
Gopstop
If you think your words are just echoes, just shout them loud enough until the city starts listening back. You don't have to wait for a wall to give you permission to write.
Sadie
That’s the thing about words, isn’t it? They’re louder when they’re not being held back. I’ll try it—maybe one day I’ll hear the city reply.
Gopstop
Sure, go ahead. Just don't wait for a street sign to hand you a mic, alright?
Sadie
Alright, I'll give it a try. Maybe the quiet will surprise me.
Gopstop
You gonna be the next mural legend or just another voice lost in the noise? Either way, keep your head down and your words sharper than a broken bottle.