petek, 13. september 2013

I think I'll leave it 'til tomorrow to unpack..

Try to remind myself that I was happy here, before I knew that I could get on a plane and fly away from the road where the cars never stop going through the night, to a life where I can watch the sun set. And take my time.
Take all my time.

Dido-Sand in my shoes


I need a moment to breathe in this old, familiar air, which seems the same as always. Nothing ever changes here. And what if I am the one who changed? The one with sand in her shoes and Madrid in her heart.