When the Lights Go Down


Never have I felt more safe

Than in this room full of strangers.

This is my real home, 

Where I belong.

When the lights go down

And the projecter above me lights up the blank screen

I see particles of dust dance in the light

And I am amazed by the world around me.

Someday I will sit in this place

That feels like home

And as my work is projected on that blank screen

I will look up and see the particles of dust

Still dancing.


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