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.