I thought that if I owned nothing, had nothing, was nothing, I would have nothing left to lose, and I wouldn't be scared anymore. Because my whole life I’ve been so damn scared. Scared to live because I was scared to die. Or maybe so scared of dying that I refused to live. I made the simple conclusion, that you don't have to be afraid to fall, when you're already on the ground, that you don't have to be scared to lose someone, when there's no one around to lose. I convinced myself that some of us are born out of our due place. Accidents have cast us amid certain surroundings, but we have a longing for a home we do not know. So we wander on the leafy lanes we have known from childhood or the populous streets in which we have played, never forgetting that everything around us is fleeting - but a place of passage - something to overcome, then immediately forget.
