The next morning a plane will take me away from the Holy Land back home.
It was a nice rest, but everything ends. I'll be missing the winter in shorts and t-shirts.
I'm going home with a heavy heart. I wanted to find answers, but I haven't found them. I wanted to run away from my thoughts, but they followed me. I wanted to light up my soul, but it's still deep in a darkness.
Wait for me, f*cking city. I'm coming...