By Elena Stanciu
apartment.
Hearing the birds chirping while I spend time with friends and family in my home.
My dream is to help those in need.
Their gratitude as sweet as honey.
So many injustices in the world, hidden away like grey moth balls in a old cabinet.
But my dream is to do as much as I can.
My dream is to travel to new places
Watching the raspberry skies in beautiful cities.
Eating fried chicken chicken on late nights, And learning more from the things I see.