Ich küsse deine Augen
August 2021

My home when my home is not my home. Berlin. The city that feels like a loveable itch; you scratch it till you’re red-raw and still, you want more. I miss this place. I will admit it. My heart is here and so are the people that taught me how to use it. I finally got my WG experience, celebrated my sister’s newfound independence, jazz festivals, studio sessions, doing my first live music set, and birthdays that are so full of care I could have burst. Not me simping over this city lol.