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