Secret Whisper on a Silver Plate

Lately, I find myself staring at a simple nameplate every morning, wishing it could tell my story instead of just sitting there.
It's funny how inanimate objects sometimes feel like silent witnesses to our hopes and despair.
Despite all the rejections and sleepless nights, that tiny symbol keeps me grounded.
Maybe someday, someone will notice the story behind it and smile—until then, I’ll keep dreaming beyond the nameplate’s shine.