Bring mich nach Haus

Sometimes the road home stretches not in kilometres, but in years. It seems like you have everything - success, noise, lights, even applause - but inside, you still feel like someone forgot to turn on the light in the hallway. Every turn seems familiar, but none of them lead to where you are waiting. Where it smells like dinner and safety.

There is something painfully human about this - seeking a way out of one's own brilliance, just to return to where one can be tired and real. To understand that ‘moving forward’ does not always mean moving in the right direction. Sometimes salvation is a step back, to where you left a piece of yourself and forgot to take it with you.

And you want only one thing: for someone to leave the light on. Just in case you do manage to find your way back.