as much love
as i have felt
for cities
and tall buildings
and skylines
i cannot help
how they remind me
that all of us
are in some type
of prison
some
more literal
and more cruel
than others
some
more subtle
insidious
some
we think
we cannot live
without
when we have lived
without them before
when some people
somewhere
still live without them
to grow
to love your
prison is an
act of survival
to think
that your prison’s
all there is
is an act
of surrender
.
.
.
don’t.
narinda heng 