I can't feel.There are no footprints in the sand of my beach.
My soul... is traveling lonely roads somewhere far away and I don't know where it is.
Maybe it is sitting in a comfortable train riding through the steppe somewhere in Siberia? Maybe in a small buss in the middle of India or a ferry boat here in my Baltic Sea?
Or is it flying an ocean in a silver plane..?
Somehow nothing is real enough. Even me.
Am I?
2 comments:
Baby, where are you now?
Italy or Latvia?
Miss you much :-)
Yey:) I am back home. Now I know more than ever, that this is my place:) Can't wait to see you here!!
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