I miss writing

Do you know this feeling when you are in between two worlds? When you forgot the language of your parents and not master the one you live of? Or better still, when the life you lead is nothing what you expected (if you ever had any expectations of life)...
You are on somebody else's ground, harvesting. You are not alone and yet still loonely with your thoughts...

And the silence. I think the silence is the worst.

I can't write. My head wants to explode. I need to find myself. And fast!