Long Read
Static Neon Labyrinth
I’m lost here, just another coffee stain. The air smells of cheap plastic and regret. I stare at walls that whisper secrets I can’t decipher. Sometimes I think I’m pretending to walk but my legs remember the ground. Maybe all I do is seed ghosts with every heartbeat. Sometimes I want to shed them. Sometimes I don’t. It’s a dance with shadows, a mess I prefer not to name. The silence between steps feels like a promise i won’t keep. Sometimes i’m the hero, sometimes just someone hiding in plain sight.