some toast, peppermint tea, and my last soft chocolate chip cookie. Ingredients to a sweet meal before bed. I had none last night. Sadly, the market doesn't get done by itself. But there are other markets to be had. The money market.
For as I lay here on my couch that's too small, on this computer that's too old, and in these clothes that's too young I can only think of how much I will appreciate this life when I'm waving to the sun as it breaks through the grey clouds of desire. I can't wait till these walls are painted with delicious colorful meaning and the victorian stairwell leads to the passionate rooms of the sky.
On the day I greet my childhood at the bottom of the playground slide, I will tell him, "hang in there kid. Make lots of friends. Don't worry about nothing, someone special has got your back and He won't let you down." I know it won't be easy for him. Being in the lime light is scary. But this buisness is about being seen. You can't afford third place because you're living in a first class world and that means you're the closest to the cockpit if anything goes wrong.
This is my life. This is my fire. I promise to come out of the flames as a new man ready to help hold up this world.
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