We can’t go back, thoughwe’re apt to waver even as our wheels spin on.

It’s your call. You want to go back home, go ahead. But if I were you, I wouldn’t. Home is death.

You’re only given as much as you can handle, before going back for seconds

I’ve come to learn, and to establish mine in that same place i come from. Staying in my school place makes me always a student.

Amidst the chaos of the cities, a part of you always yearns for the silence of the woods.