Sometimes I feel an outsider, or rather, I feel an outsider, sometimes I forget about it.

I wonder when it all started, but for some reason I can’t really trace it back.

The more I think about it the more I convince myself it has always been an intrinsic feeling.

Perhaps you would say I began to feel lost when I left my hometown for the first time for a longer period, and then a second time, a third time, 

until I found myself here.

until I found myself here.

I can tell you that was also one of my first thoughts.

Soon after I realised, I left my country because I knew I didn’t belong there.

I remember I had this urgent need to explore other realities, 

to feel lost  in them,

and maybe when missing my origins, I would have found myself again.