Adjusting to Life

Drip, drip, drip... And I'm awake, once again, to find a new crack in the so called roof above my head. Most nights now, the damp eats away at this so called shelter.

Yet I now call this wretched, baron place home. And a home it would be, for now.

I've decided to not get too close with the other.. inhabitants here, at least, not for the moment.
You've got to be realistic. You've got to be safe.

Running from shadows of a distant land. Bound by suffocating secrets I must yet keep.
Always watching, always listening. Always aware.

Adjusting to life.