‘A day late and a dollar short’ is no way to live the American dream and yet, somehow more and more people are experiencing it this way. There is never enough money to go around the table, there are always too many mouths to feed and the longevity of the dollar is pretty close to the second it takes for your employer to transfer the funds into your account and viola! The dollar is spent, the money did not sit long enough in the bank for it to change hands, and the world continues to turn, the days continue to pass and time flies like the winds of change, blowing us around at a moment’s notice, too fast for our minds to comprehend the atrocities of the spirit of things gone bad.
Time becomes irrelevant in the grand miasma of the soul and the world turns without you, no longer caring for the inevitable push towards the abyss, we stand on the edge blown by the breezes of time immemorial, lending a helpless ear, too tattered around the edges as we come apart at the seams of disintegration, defeat and despair, waiting for the winds to change and bring forth a new day filled with sunshine and warmth, as well as love, luck and lollipops :)
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