
I visited the country I was born in. This time a stab of loneliness. It’s impossible to explain it. It felt like the country had turned it’s back on me.
But the trees smelled just like they always did.



Because all what we have is now

I visited the country I was born in. This time a stab of loneliness. It’s impossible to explain it. It felt like the country had turned it’s back on me.
But the trees smelled just like they always did.

