I really find something beautiful in the concept of being swallows or stars in our lifes

Swallows are made to leave. They fly far away, but somehow they always find their way home, back to their nests. And I think people are a little like that too. We leave, we change, we become different versions of ourselves, but there are certain places, people and memories we somehow keep finding our way back to.

And still, sometimes I think we dream of being stars. Of not having to leave at all. Of staying somewhere long enough to become something permanent in someone’s sky.