I Am...

October 26, 2015

I am still adjusting to this new life.

I wonder why bad things happen.

I hear of more and more Chiraq causalities daily.

I see the city as one large time bomb.

I want to live my life to the fullest while I can.

I am still adjusting to this new life.

I pretend that I’m back where I belong.

I feel homesick.

I touch the keypad of my cell phone, communicating with everyone in my past.

I worry my old life will leave me behind.

I cry out for everyone that I used to be close with, but I’m now so far away from.

I am still adjusting to this new life.

I understand that this change is necessary.

I say that I will be okay.

I dream that soon, I’ll be right back home.

I try to survive until then.

I hope that I won’t be left behind.

I am still adjusting to this new life.

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