“Fuck a dream, find something that pays the bills.”
That’s what he said to me. Someone that I always looked for to push me just a bit harder. You see we were raised together and we were inseparable.
Now I sit ready to let it all go because a dream no longer matters. My writing no longer matters.
You wasted your life after you left being a flight attendant trying to find something and now you’re 33 and struggling without a trait or a career. That’s what I hear. Yet, you never took the time to read my writing.
But here I am supporting all you do.
The contradictions of life are confusing. I’m tired of being so willful and living in this world of robots. Where a bill is more important than feeling free.
I’m ready to go now. Ready to go where my soul belongs because truthfully it’s not here. Not this earth.
An earth were dreams are shattered and your soul crushed.
Love is fake.
Dreams are no longer real.
Life is about getting a job. Making money. Paying bills and supporting your family.