Sorry ahead of time it’s exactly how it sounds I refuse, not to you or anyone else who reads, who cares, who just thought to pass. I refuse to myself to be even insignificant for even a second. To myself for a moment becoming just another passing affair. Oops the gate has reached capacity, please do not collect 200$ and go. Just give up when the gate is in front of me, being “free” in a world where money is cheap. To have to fight for it, actually need for it, when it should be there. Better yet , it’s just not available. before my passage into my debt free freedom lies family, principle, reason and expression if only for the meaning if you only work enough to stand, holding against the open wind.
To my future Court, my judge , my jurors who question more on the reason for my stand, who will question my cause, my purpose while am forced to sift in sands that should have never become the barren dessert encompassing me. But fortunately or unfortunately because to ask is to beg and to beg I’d go be just another passing stone in the pond. I want more than just barely living in homes that aren’t homes. without thinking from you a small “keystone” donation the only stone I’ll stand for as of now in my life. This the final push to a piece of a home, future , my land, and open doors to all, “reasonable” of course? For once I’ll ask, “toss a stone my way for every forgotten future, hope, and known dream.
Before you I stand and ask if it was you in the strands of time would you toss a stone that could birth a hearth with a lasting home and future. I refuse now and forever to stand to plead but here I stand for hopefully the final moment. I think just living to the age of 22 and seeing everything being a lie for no other purpose than just because it would be cheaper. Or even just because someone else had to intervene I can bare this. So I ask for a stone from you to me to rain and pelt this vessel. For my future for my stake on the world, my shelter in the storm, my footing. I need $50,000 for my failing teeth that could be fixed, for my home that is no longer a home a place of mine and more, for my family because we rise together no one is left behind, I ask for a stone so in the strands of time I myself can look back and cast a stone to another forgotten thought or reason that was always able to walk on there own, provide there own. If I’m guilty of anything it’s that I always should have always helped myself before anything else because my hand is always open.