The Season of Believers

I've been wearing my hair just the same for the past 3 days upward in a sort of messy yet not sort of fashion due to the fact that... well it is summer after all and what is this point in taking it down to sleep for 8 hours or less and thus repeat the process come sunlight? so I leave it be and sleep and wake and sleep and wake indifferent of it slowly coming apart and it seems to go with my outfits regardless of what I chose to style for the day's journey.

I welcome summertime this year somehow not caring about my appearance and yet so doing but only for my sake, just not enough. I just hope it does not hinder me from achieving a second source of labor performance so as to earn my wages and pass to a better life. For me. For her. For us all. For comfort and ease. A pursuit that increases to seemingly be unachievable. Yet we strive for this. For our lives. For the ever present need to no longer fail our deserved independence. Fear you not. You are beloved and we are going places. Places we've never even dreamed of...