Then again it's been a while...and it feels like ages..same story all over again..only this time is different ..no not at all.
What to do when u feel snowed under but to run...again and again and again...that hiding mode that is guiding those who give too much and forget what they initially negotiated...again that samba in tango shoes, that miss-match of burning matches...
Once a nomad always a nomad and not only literary speaking, but also mentally and morally...a haunting heart, traveling here and there hoping to finally find a suitable place to stay...but maybe is not meant to be like that, nomads are meant to be on the move and to change often...maybe sometimes we should be grateful that somebody or sth out there is reminding us that...maybe...in the end is just a question of time and if...
p.s those lovely walls of that great old city and that feeling of freedom is what i miss most..the sea, the night, that awesome feeling....
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