Stay frosty pony boy / by Darius Frank

Approaching a milestone. Almost reached 200 applications sent out in the last 3 months. It’s been taxing but hope is all I have left, so I’m leaning on it hard. 

The intersections are constantly plaguing my mind as I endure rejection after rejection. I fear calling family because they have it worst than me and I’m the hope, ya know. Graduated college, been working since I was 15. With the skills I’m attaining, I want to call back with the solution to our woes. Instead, I hide, working, but hiding, in hope, so full of hope, that I am a quality find for someone or entity. 

Less that I refuse to give up, and more like, I just don’t have the option.