Just like dust in the wind, I solemnly observe my fortune wither away. All I can do is watch all my planning, my state of life, my dreams, my future- scatter away from me in a simple breeze. For all these significant things are directly possible with a steady income, something I no longer have. I can only keep trying and hoping that I might find something before my funds completely expire. Past that, I'm not sure what would happen. It's dark, because that's exactly what it will be- nothing. I will have nothing and therefore I will be nothing. I feel the pressure of limited time bearing down on me as if I were a child in trouble. And a child in trouble, I am.
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