I watch myself wandering the strange streets of a strange city.
A young woman, who sometimes still feels like a girl.
She listens to music with her headphones; her face half covered with a big scarf;
her thoughts as clear as the cold winter air.
Yesterday a stranger had asked her what she was doing here,
far away from home.
What she was running from, he wanted to know.
„I don't know.“ the young woman had answered.
And honestly, she didn't.
That was yesterday. Today is different.
Today she wanders the strange streets of a strange city, smiling, because she knows.
She knows that she is not running anymore.
The ghosts of her past are with the girl she was yesterday.
Today the young woman just walks, at a comfortable speed,
not looking back, not racing into the future either.
She just walks while people and thoughts are passing by.
And honestly, it is all good.