The word
itself brings the feeling of the “home” although it represent exactly the opposite.
Maybe during immigration we miss our home so much that the first word is “home” when we hear immigration.
Maybe during immigration we miss our home so much that the first word is “home” when we hear immigration.
The streets,
the well-known surroundings, the people, the food, the music, the smell, the language and everything can easily be missed.
These days I think about immigration ; Not because I am all about it, but because when I left my home town, my very own country I didn’t feel like immigrating.
These days I think about immigration ; Not because I am all about it, but because when I left my home town, my very own country I didn’t feel like immigrating.
I put myself
in a new context. I called it new life.
There are some days that I really feel strange in this city; my boyfriend seems so far away from me. But yeah, strange. I call it feeling strange.
There are some days that I really feel strange in this city; my boyfriend seems so far away from me. But yeah, strange. I call it feeling strange.
I keep listening to a song which says , "Draw a line around Iran, damn this destiny!"
Maybe it's the best way to manage it all . Music. Art and literature.
These days
I can feel the huge rush of making art again. I think I was not born to work
this way. I should be as free as a bird, like a water-color in water, that
first drop that spreads in water and wants to figure out each corner of the
glass. As soon as it understands there’s nothing interesting in there, it sits
on the bottom of the water. Looking dirty and sad. I am that drop of
water-color. Today maybe a yellow one.
Today I am sad.
