I don’t think it was meant to happen this way. I was not suppose to grow attached. It felt so liberating to fly around like a bird. Taking crumbs of bread from here and there. Not settling in the same place twice. Yet that first time I left you, I knew something was off. I left so much behind. I forgot to hold back the tears. I was no longer willing to share you with others. Every day, I crave the feeling of that harsh, icy wind of yours, I remember how your rain washed away my sins, I miss how you shut my mouth with just one gaze. There, among your fields of lava and moss is where I shall someday lay my roots.
“Marusa Pirnat, Ljubljana”
