I sit before the glow,
a screen, a canvas,
each pixel, a breath
of life, waiting for my touch.
The lines I write,
small whispers in the dark,
HTML, CSS,
a language only some understand,
but it speaks to me
in ways the world cannot.
I remember my first project,
a simple page,
colors too bright, margins too wide,
but it was mine.
I loved it then,
like a child’s first words,
imperfect but pure.
Now, the challenges are harder,
responsive designs
that bend and break
in the quiet hours of night.
JavaScript dances
through my thoughts,
promises whispered
but sometimes broken.
Why do I do this?
I ask the empty room.
Because every line of code,
every color chosen
is a reflection,
of me, of you,
of the way we connect
through a glowing screen
across a world
so wide,
so distant.
The shadows grow long
as the bug I couldn’t fix
wraps itself around me.
But I keep going,
because there’s beauty
in the struggle,
in the way the light flickers
after hours of work.
And when it all aligns—
the divs, the grids, the arrays—
there’s a moment of peace,
as if the world itself
stops,
and the code
breathes
with life.
Take my hand,
and I’ll show you,
the beauty in these broken lines,
the light that comes
from late nights and errors,
the way front end
reflects who we are—
fragile, but capable
of building something
that lasts,
if only for a moment,
on the vast expanse
of the web.
In the end,
we are all builders,
constructors of fleeting dreams,
turning code into connection,
pixels into meaning,
and ourselves
into something
that shines.
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