Sometimes it’s like I can see the future stretched out in front of me – just plain as day. The future, Mama. Hanging over there at the edge of my days. Just waiting for me – a big, looming blank space – full of nothing. Just waiting for me. But it don’t have to be.
A Raisin In The Sun (via jemappellealana) tagged as: a raisin in the sun. future. nothing. THIS THIS THIS THIS.
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