there was a time when I lived out of a suitcase. traveling always on lonely trains, dust
in my shoes and dust in my heart. there was a time when I had no home,
only empty houses, houses of strangers, unfamiliar faces,
file folders and legal cases of children that nobody wanted. There was a time when I lived alone trapped in my head where imaginary friends held my hand and led me to greener
pastures, greener than the empty gray rooms where I waited in reality for unfeeling adults to tell me to stop talking about shoes and ships fairies in glades and sky whales who exhale clouds there was a time when I was alone in the world and hope seemed a fickle thing, but that time has passed.