by Langston Hughes…
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Okay, so I’ve come to grips that this will be happening NO TIME soon. Fiddlesticks! No one has told me any of this, “officially”, but looking at the numbers… i don’t know, looks little sketchy… for starters, for the price of my student loans I could probably get two or three Bentley’s… Okay, I won’t officially strike this from my 43 things… I have faith to call those things which do not exist as though they do! Romans 4:17


