I feel like an outsider today. How could I not? I AM an outsider here:
I don't speak the language. I don't look like most of the other people walking down the street. I don't know anybody... well... almost nobody. I don't know the streets. I haven't walked on them before. I don't recognize the smells. (And sometimes that's a good thing...) I don't understand the traffic rules... or lack thereof. I don't understand the humor, the innuendoes, the snapiness. I don't belong. I don't belong. I don't belong. The only way for anywhere to become an 'outer' place.. is when there is an INNER place. And my inner place; my inner world is on my back whether I know the language being spoken or not. It's on my back whether I've walked these streets before or whether it's my first time and I get lost. It's on my back when I feel like an outsider, but I am only reminded once again that there is only an OUT when there is an IN.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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