Chapter - 8 - Skipping Through Poppy Fields of Failure
Growing up poor can be very gray. You don't really understand what rich is... you don't really understand what poor is either. You are just a kid but every once in a while something creeps in that defines your place in a classis Earth.
The chapter was written as a color illusion in 4 hues...(I wanted it to feel like the Dream Theater in Steppenwolf a little...) the green hue section talks about equality in sports but struggle with opportunity. The blue hue was about vacations and talk of the summer. The red hue were your neighbors and friends and how slowly - you realized that "things" mattered and that some other people's things were better than yours... the orange hue is music and art rolled into a poor mind. Not having money often means not having culture to appreciate things... so if you have a mind that wants to jump and breath... often times you immerse yourself into fine art or jazz or poetry just to TRY or SAY you understand it... but in reality you don't understand it. You just recognize things. Like the person that can memorize a poem but not understand it's true meaning.
How did I do the colors? Well... I incorporated food, nature, clothes, eye and hair color into the sections. It was my favorite to write thus far.
