I never felt like I belonged anywhere or anything. I couldn't claim any place I've been to. I never said, "this is my home". I don't know why, but people want to feel like they belong somewhere. I've been living as a nomad for the last 6 years and it's already impossible for me to feel like I belong somewhere. So where I belong is where my loved ones are.

Not knowing where to go, looking for a clue that will make you feel that you belong from wherever you go. Then, realizing that you belong only to your own body, soul, existence, dreams and finding peace. Gradually trying to stay with yourself and adopting yourself more. Bad things happened, but we got through well.


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