when all the world is a stage,
i feel like mine is crumbling to my feet...
and i want selfishly to do certain things and have the time to what my heart is longing to do,
and it is the people that hold me close but it isnt the place.

as this darkness creeps up and swallows me whole,
all thats left is the big screen to tell you whats next,
so look to the stage,
because i am unaware,
as i slowly fade into the middle of nowhere.

to be here in this single space again, is worthy of a thousand words as i sit and twirl my fingers through my hair...the film unveils itself over time and cups of coffee,
as the concepts begin to brew in my head,
this life, this talent,
this beauty..
its perfectly not my own.