Rushing
through the trenches- sitting sleazy subways, feeling birds flying over the footbridge - same smell and the same old weather. All until you stop and look around. I've realised: City is a world and it has it's own beauty.
through the trenches- sitting sleazy subways, feeling birds flying over the footbridge - same smell and the same old weather. All until you stop and look around. I've realised: City is a world and it has it's own beauty.