maurawrites reblogged
every time
i planted my roots
i had to rip them out.
i do not settle any more.
i do not believe in homes.
i do not stay -
i go;
i leave;
i disappear.
i do not come back;
i arrive
never the same,
forever unsettled.
marina v., too much of me is scattered on this earth. (via bolshoitsarina)