I wish you could photograph me;

sitting on this brick ledge,

the city beneath me,

with only its light to illuminate my thoughts.

Looking down at a city that I’m not meant to be in,

but one that I will forever be chained to.

The city that holds my mind captive, and my body weak.

But keeps my spirit restless,

and my passion ever great.

This city that I lose myself to if I stay,

or lose the ones I love if I leave.

My city wants to hold me tight in its grasp.

If only you could photograph this moment,

because I’m just about to let go.


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