The things you need...

Time's beginning to run out, money is running out and patience was almost gone. A trifecta of insoluble anxiousness grips at the very heart of my being. Though I play it cool to the world around, inside, I know that a decision will have to be made sooner than later. Each day I feign the empathy others look for within me, putting something in its place to prevent them from seeing right through. The effort of forcing a smile out to those around seems like a chore in and of itself.
Was the careless logic of another contagious enough to infect my judgment? I fear that should I continue to breath the same air him we will both undoubtedly suffocate. If we do no act soon, everything we strive to accomplish will fail and the repercussions of such failure will be heard long after we are dead and gone.
Barely able to make ends meet I can hardly afford rent. It's a matter of time before I have to resort to other options. Every night that I patrol the streets I can see the desire burning in the eyes of the people for a way out of here, even if just for only a short time.
Somehow I must figure out a way to guarantee my safety within this city, a way to secure my well-being, a plan to ensure my survival. If only I could find a proper place where I can begin manufacturing and refining the things I need, the things people want - a little vacation to the heavens and back.