
I visited the country I was born in. This time a stab of loneliness. It’s impossible to explain it. It felt like the country had turned it’s back on me.
But the trees smelled just like they always did.


I visited the country I was born in. This time a stab of loneliness. It’s impossible to explain it. It felt like the country had turned it’s back on me.
But the trees smelled just like they always did.