One just needs to start walking, to start doing, to grasp onto something.
It is all here, in a manner of speaking, in this place. Right in front of me.
I just need to believe that "I can", and I am at home wherever I am.
It is all here, in a manner of speaking, in this place. Right in front of me.
I just need to believe that "I can", and I am at home wherever I am.
It was night inside of me. Somewhere in the world, my being was torn in two. One was searching for his place in the south, the other in the north.
Between the two poles, a range of lighting on the faces I have followed, nomads from a world that has stopped making sense. Meeting them has kept the fire of life burning.
Between the two poles, a range of lighting on the faces I have followed, nomads from a world that has stopped making sense. Meeting them has kept the fire of life burning.
