dear success,
battling the way through the thick veil of it all, with the hope of finding you at the other end. it's not enough to pine, or to fight. it's not enough to want or desire.
it's not enough anymore.
i've held your hand at times so briefly, it remains a bright vibrant hope inside of me, and i persue you with a multiplying fervor.
how many more nights must i think about creating work, w/out the need to set it aside so that i may find the means to fund it?
how many more days will i sit in my chair and wait for those blissful days to come, thinking that i deserve it, when in reality i deserve nothing that isn't earned.
i see you there, through the darkness and the shadows of formidable unseen obstacles. you shimmer and shift in a lovely glinting pattern that soothes and woos from afar.
i see the impending happiness, traumas, voyages, loves, and tragedies all in your embrace.
i see you waiting for me there, and i believe.
'til we meet again,
bay
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