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As I pack my parents belongings, the realestate bearing down on me as we run out of the rent money we saved in preparations. I have no idea of anyway through this. If I go over time, it has been abundantly made clear that further action will be taken. 

While slipping into the, just following orders veil, what does that mean ? They will lock me out of the premises that I’m working to vacate while supporting my own very basic income ? They will charge me money that I don’t earn. Or send me a letter to take what I spent writing to the world ? 

Did it make a difference ? The faith that I held ? The path that I chose to bring the world what I could. How would i be remembered ? A speck of dust ? a ‘schizophrenic’ with delusions of meeting the stars  They will say. But it was never that. It was only ever one. A faith holding me through a journey that shed so much of myself, and brought me here. For this I AM grateful. But I’m free now. For the first time in my life without the binds that I never could explain. I’m free to look into the world. I’m free to smile at another and say. Wow, you’re amazing…. and actually see where it goes.