Leaving dreams to Chase Money, a small blog about why I chose to do it
Leaving Dreams To Chase Money a small blog about why I chose to do it You wake up someday. The room is just like it used to be. Just like it has always been. The sun is shinning through the big windows you installed a week ago. You think to yourself, " Oh shit, another day to go through." You try to wake up. Your back hurts a little more than it did yesterday. You need to take a deep breath before you rearrange your skeletal system like you have been doing for the past 20 years but today it isn't rearranging instead fracturing (into little pieces that stick out of your skin like tiny hairs do). "Well, it is what it is", you say to yourself and move along the wall, grabbing the dry paint with your wrinkled hands. A device rings on the left pocket of your night gown that has been dry washed three times in the last two weeks. You try to rotate your hand in an angle as to not hurt yourself but end up failing. Crack !!. Another bone. "Well, it is what it is....