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i took a picture once of a beach in a city that i love and the people are all so small next to the big big buildings that line the coast i took a picture once of a beach in a city that I love a city filled with dreams and little wishes and bigger hopes. a city where i found myself and lost myself and found myself again and maybe lost myself once more i'll find me again someday. i took a picture once of a beach in a city that I love because i wanted to remember the feeling of being so small, surrounded by big big buildings and other small people who came to the beach in the city that I love probably to read and lounge and take a swim or maybe to ponder big questions next to big big buildings and endless lakes that stretch to the horizon. maybe someone once took a picture at a beach in a city I love and i am the small person peering up at the big big buildings wondering who else knows i exits.
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 12:35 AM UTC
i took a picture once
i took a picture once of a beach in a city that i love and the people are all so small next to the big big buildings that line the coast i took a picture once of a beach in a city that I love a city filled with dreams and little wishes and bigger hopes. a city where i found myself and lost myself and found myself again and maybe lost myself once more i'll find me again someday. i took a picture once of a beach in a city that I love because i wanted to remember the feeling of being so small, surrounded by big big buildings and other small people who came to the beach in the city that I love probably to read and lounge and take a swim or maybe to ponder big questions next to big big buildings and endless lakes that stretch to the horizon. maybe someone once took a picture at a beach in a city I love and i am the small person peering up at the big big buildings wondering who else knows i exits.
hannah-elizabeth-2
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 12:35 AM UTC
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