I remember lying on the floor, by the Charles Bridge in Prague. Waiting for the sun to break through the night.
I layed, letting my corps blend with the sky and the ground.
It was then, when I was part of both, the earth and the sky that I realised, how short our stay is.
How a new day does not only bring hope, but absence too.
How the pace always flows.
How no one ever stops.
How absence would not control, if I could simply condone.