Where I come from - food looks perfect but always tastes watery.
Here, cucumber and tomatoes have mineral arteries.

Nomadic crypto bros enjoy fruity conversations.
French girls showing me apps that map constellations.

It's funny how new connections still leave me in solitude.
Even when the reasons for leaving home seem to collude.

All we see and feel is ultimately our own.
Promising futures in our countries have sadly flown.

Most seem to be fleeing, rather than becoming.
I've never been religious - but this must be my second coming.

I enjoy the relief of not weighing anyone's opinion.
Living fully, no longer my ego's minion.

First nights spent silently at a jazz festival.
Instead of hiding and crying - behind my self-built wall.

I've been afraid of writing without a broken soul as the source.
I hope you find your strength - you too, could do it of course.

No need to be like me, leaving everything behind.
Maybe just for once, to yourself, simply be kind.

I wish I could share this feeling of love.
Believe me when I say: your life can in fact fit like a glove.