The stale, sickeningly hot air, keeps beads of pespiration
From running off of my forehead.
The moon illuminates a tiny shadow of this room;
It's as if my fears resemble the monster in my closet.
It's been one year, undeniably quick, but one year
Since I've moved and packed up my life
For a place so much different, and perfect
I think of the people I've met, the friends I've
began to make, and my heart soars.
You know that feeling of you've looked for
Something or someone for a long time -
now, finally now, you have it?
I'm still searching for that.
Connections, protections, and conditions make
Our bonds secure.
