My dream as a child was to be stable.
(Taken in NJ before work)
Never knowing if my parents were going to be able to pay the rent every month, all I wanted was stability. As an adult… I have found it. However from all those years of instability I have grown fins and gills. I have become a shark. If i do not stop moving I might just die. I no longer want to see the inside of a silver platter for that will never happen. My survival depends on me and no one else. I know I’ve never experienced full stability before, but i feel that i am dying. Ive adapted to the life of the unstable. So now I must choose. I either move and grow or die.