"We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place", something that carries that we all embrace.
It's something unknown that I could never trace, something that I own that could never replace any space.
It's something that is always avalanching, something that I'm always overbreathing.
It isn't about something that I've kept on searching, it was all about a place, a place filled with memories, that's been in dairies.
It's a place filled with thought for which I always fought.
A place where I could feel the absence, leaving everything in silence.
It's just a place that can't be distinguishing with something, something that we always kept leaving, leaving behind a place that will always be kept at the surface.