The Nocturnal Journal

Familiar with the Unknown

Alive and well where you are
But you're always waiting for something To go somewhere
the foreign land which is not strange
the land which is not yours
but you are theirs
the fear of the known and the happiness brought by the unknown
That is when you know
you don't belong where you belong

But all you can do is wait
And let the carriage of time take you there
in it's own pace

-Rachel Alice