The mountains listen to our chaos, Of hearts, minds and souls, And ask us to let it all go, The excess baggage that we have carried here,...

The surreal feeling, Of existing in a certain moment, And experiencing a core memory being created, Makes me silent, Grasping every...

It is happening again, The leaving of town, The connection with souls, The missing of attachments, The feeling of liveliness, Again but...

These new ways, Scare me, For they're unknown, To the ones I've traveled before, But this is what I live for, isn't it? New paths leading...

We're tourists in our own backyard, Remembering details of the past, Wondering if this place would be the same, If someone hadn't left...