lillybird ludwig {d5} cb, fin

Sometimes I don't have dreams, it's just dark. It's likely that it is second nature when you are a pessimist, but I don't see the glass as half-full or half-empty all, in fact, I sold it that glass at the market a few years ago. That makes me an opportunist more than anything. When the world lacks the foundations to support childhood hopes and dreams, it becomes easy to make the most of what you have. I have sharpened my elbows and emptied my eyes; it becomes easier to live.

I think everybody has told a lie. I'm forever caught up in a cycle of swarming lies that threaten to intoxicate and force me to eat my own words - but I've been in survival mode for most of my life that it is just instinct now. It's a form of protectionism from facing a hellbent reality where people are fighting for the scraps of the leftovers people were murdered for. My philosophy is that as long as the lie is sounds believable, it will fly under the radar unnoticed. I sell my wares to strangers accompanied with tales of old, I embellish the truth to turn steel to silver and I'd probably label blood as the tears of a red rose if I had the chance. 

It's all for the future. When my bad reputation precedes me and I'm struggling to keep my head above water, it won't matter. I'll have cashed in on the confusion and chaos and will be able to pay karma off. I scavenge, scam, sell and save; there's no reward if there is no risk. If the whispers on the street ever become screams, that's when I'll start to worry. But even in that case, I'll still be satisfied. Money makes the world go round, and even if I die today, at least I can live tomorrow.