No ceiling

Tomorrow morning I am going back to BiH. Sarajevo, to be more exact. A place with bitter sweet memories; a place I go back to with mixed feelings. It is under my skin, though. There is a song by Eddie Vedder, which comes to mind when I think of Sarajevo, called 'No Ceiling':

Comes the morning
When I can feel
That there's nothing left to be concealed
Moving on a scene surreal
No, my heart will never
Will never be far from here

Sure as I am breathing
Sure as I'm sad
I'll keep this wisdom in my flesh
I leave here believing more than I had
And there's a reason I'll be
A reason I'll be back

As I walk
The Hemisphere
I've got my wish
To up and disappear

I've been wounded
I've been healed
Now for landing I've been
Landing I've been cleared

Sure as I'm breathing
Sure as I'm sad
I'll keep this wisdom
In my flesh

I leave here believing
More than I had
This Love has got
No Ceiling