04.08.2015

Home is not where it used to be, I am a guest in my own space, I travel and I don’t belong. What seems familiar has a lot of space in between, what I missed makes no sense. I am a guest, I travel, I miss, I try and I am facing that I am on my own.

Home, 04.Aug.2015

Home is not where it used to be, I am a guest in my own space, I travel and I don’t belong. What seems familiar has a lot of space in between, what I missed makes no sense. I am a guest, I travel, I miss, I try and I am facing that I am on my own.