What again?

I forgot the topic

Maybe suppression

Justifying always

The same process

Endless and tiring



Rome, city of many many ways

I would love to stay many many


I already feel I am here for weeks

It might sound stupid

But first nights

First days

Last longer

In my memories



Confronted with uni work to do

I’d rather listen to music, be with you

Or sing out my soul to all the fools

Also I had this picture in my head

I need to share with you ahead


The feeling of home you have

As a young child, some warm memory

Like watching movies all day, mommy

Bringing you tea and cookies, seeing sun

Outside birds and the dog next to me

Something like that. But when growing up

It got lost. This feeling of security home

A place to be free and loved for real me

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