It's the patience it takes, in between the power of the changes you make.
In between the power, it feels like dying while trying to live.
It is dying while trying to live.
It's dying while living while growing and learning, unknowing, unfurling and yet...
I still miss
and I want...
and I wish.
I can't compete so i dont'.
I can't convince so I won't .
I will transfer all of my love...
to the weather, and this city as it wraps it's arms around me
and loves me...back.
This city loves me...back.
This city love me ...back.