I came back from London two weeks ago and once again my main thought is when I can go back, when I can go back to my safe place (Like the one you have when you´re a kid and need some secret hiding spot)...It´s weird how that town can make me feel so good, so free and so in sync with myself. It´s funny to think how can a city bring me such joy and fulfilment and at the same time it scares me this kind of feelings. Like I´m some kind of freak that instead of being in love with a person I´m in love with a place...
Maybe I´m replacing some kind of emptiness with something palpable instead of something or someone out of reach or (the third option) I am simply and irrevocably crazy with a capital K...
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