January 6, 2012

Ant #17. Way back home.

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...

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