Difference, isolation in a world that is not your own. Surrounded by others, others who are distinct from yourself. The feeling of solitary engulfs me as I am in a crowd of people who make me feel alone, pointed out, not them. Stares run up and down my face, I know I am being watched. I can feel their hot gazes on my skin, because I am different than them. Can I help this? No. It is something I will have to learn to deal with, and get used to, and realize it is a consequence of being in a country I do not belong to.
Pic: This is how I sometimes feel- Im the red one.
til next time
Carra
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