If this were a map I'd be lost
I can't seem to stop looking back, as if my life were so much better before. As if all I am now is just a castle made of sand that is slowly washing away by the sea, bit by bit but finally falling apart.
I want to stop, but my wish only lies there, comfortably numb on the comfort of the calm and stuck water of a beautiful pond. I somehow am going to stop it and rise from the murky water and finally when I look back I am just gonnna laugh at myself for being so afraid... I am just to impatient to wait for it but good things come for those who wait, right?
Photos taken on my first trip to Europe 2007