i'd rather bury my head in books with endless pages,
change my identity.
and disappear completely.
relocate to a new foreign country,
where there i stay in a silent, winter city by the sea.
minutes from a thriving metropolis that
can swallow me whole in the mass booming population.
there i will be surrounded by foreigners- aliens of the elegant kind.
and i will resist to ever offend and disengage myself
in them as they will teach me a new language
and a new heritage all my own.
my mind and heart has been broken open.
for a reason.