Now I lie in bed,
Next to things unpacked
That sit here while I wait,
I wait to incarnate.
My room seems unfamiliar
Though nothing really changed, 169 more words
When the room is not your own, you may discover it’s hard to fall asleep.
There’s a symphony of unfamiliar noises that begin their rhythmic drumming. 254 more words
“There is wisdom in turning as often as possible from the familiar to the unfamiliar: it keeps the mind nimble, it kills prejudice, and it fosters humor.” George Santayana