My last tens days in New York... I feel like I have a lot of things to say, but I cannot find the correct words. They don't come.
It tastes as though leaving something you have imagined but you have already forgotten behind. Maybe an understanding of the time, your body, and the distance. Maybe missing someone you have fallen in love with. Maybe, the taste of the constant conflicts in your thoughts. It is as though not to have the strength to stop the waves and surrounding yourself in the end. A strong feeling of facing yourself and unknown.
