We all make mistakes and we run from them.
And we do not know where to go. We run from them without any directions. We’re searching for something we don’t know. We’re traveling endlessly. We travel alone and independent. Life is in circles and stories repeat itself.
We are here for a reason and we are not useless. We are just passer-by’s and we are nomads. We do not own what we have now. All we have is who we are.