A week ago we said good bye
Seven days since I cried silently at the airport
A second ago that I remembered how your hand feels like
Im not sure
Where Im going
And why
But I know there will be movement
I need it
Restless in this world
Do I have a choice?
Kenya is with me
Every breath
I cant imagine moving back without recovering first
I cant imagine to stay here
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