We are unfinished, we left the remains. We have always left something in the last station, a love, baggage, a part of ourselves, a gaze. The world is divided into two, those who missed the train, those who got the train. We must be lucky to be on our journey, maybe not. Some parts will remain in past. We never leave completely and If we return we will be incomplete.
we are unfinished, we left the remains.