All the restless hearts of the world…
all trying to find a way home. It's hard to describe what I felt like then. Picture yourself walking for days in a driving snow. You don't even know you're walking in circles; the heaviness of your legs in the drifts. Your shouts, disappearing into the wind. How small you can feel! How far away home can be. Home. The dictionary defines it as both a place of origin and a goal or destination. And the storm? The storm was all in my mind.
Hope you are laughing down on us from up there Big Guy.
Rest In Peace.
..there are no pictures left.. pictures became words and silence became her.
водка? да!! Bier? Ja!!
So essen (+trinken?) die Weltmeister :)
Burn and reborn