I wonder. I wander.

by emmaeday

I remain unfamiliar.
It remains unfamiliar.

What is unfamiliar?
I reduce my life
here
to what I know.
I reduce what is unfamiliar to what is familiar.

Which should make it more familiar,
yet it just makes
it more
unfamiliar.

Because I live the life of the unfamiliar.

Yet I wonder
I wander

in the same ways I do back home but just for longer.

And then I wonder what that has resulted in?