For years I have kept on the moving...
For years I have running around...
Sometimes running from something...
Sometimes running towards something...
Something that was never clear...
Something that still is not clear...
The good thing is that now.
Every day.
I run my way home.
I have found home.
Here you have some pictures of the journey.
The journey is a real bus trip.
Home it has found a place.
I am at peace.I still run.
I still run from and towards something.
Something that is not clear.
But then I get home and I breath.
I have home.
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