Maybe all I ever wanted was to leave. I dreamed about waking up and seeing mountains one day. I’d like to watch the sun going down through the skyscrapers and it rising in the middle of a forest. I wanted to feel the warm sand beneath my feet and cold snowflakes in my hair. The smell of a tea being prepared or chocolate in a small shop always made me curious. Different costumes and foreign accents always made me feel comfortable. Counting the stars and appreciating the northern lights seem a great idea just the same way diving with dolphins and tasting exotic fruits. I have no home. I don’t have a place to come back. My love and my art are everywhere. I’m leaving pieces and collecting new ones in every place I go.
