Hi
It's me again
I don't know who I'm talking to
I hope we can be friends
If we meet in real life
I'm far away from home right now
I'm in another country
With another language
And another culture
But still the same sky
I felt like an alien
The moment I stepped out of the plane
But I know now
That I have to stay
For a few years
So I try to make this my home
I try to make it warm
To find people
To make connection
I put the faces of my family and friends on the walls
I prepare meals my mum cooked
I listen to music my friends played
And at the same time, I try to step out
Of this space
Into unknown
I talk to people on the bus
In grocery stores
Parks
Even pedestrian crossings
I go to poetry slams and books stores
I try to make eye contact with strangers
Waiting for their lectures
I talk to people online
And whenever I see someone in the kitchen
But yesterday was my first Friday night here
And after a taxi ride back home
With three girls I met in the city
I came to my room
To the pictures on the wall
And to the slow french music
To the one book, I have on my shelf
And my only teacup in this country
I felt alone again
Alone with myself
Alien with a cereal bowl in their hands
And we sat in the corner of a strange room
Next to a strangely sized window
Listening to somehow familiar silence of the night
Imagining that there are other
Aliens talking to people on the bus
Hoping that one day we will talk to each other
