Stones taught me to fly
I had a dream last night that I was the lead actress in a film. The lighting was perfect, my hair looked windblown, and I felt as beautiful as everything around me looked. I was beginning a scene that I had already practiced a few times, but I could feel this time was different. For some reason, this time I had a new sense of confidence and security.
I was no longer playing a part, somehow I had become the part. I had begun to notice the hidden complexities in my script. Without depth, literature is merely words, and I had feared that although the right words were used the composition was lacking. There was a soft glow on my face, and the air tasted sweet as I spoke. I knew I was a part of something little girls dream of, and I appreciated every moment I had.
As the scene went on, I forgot my lines and was forced into becoming my character. I felt her anxiety, her fear. I felt her joy, her hope. The entire stage took on a presence of life, and I couldn't tell if the scene would ever end.
I woke up smiling, and ate breakfast confused.
I was no longer playing a part, somehow I had become the part. I had begun to notice the hidden complexities in my script. Without depth, literature is merely words, and I had feared that although the right words were used the composition was lacking. There was a soft glow on my face, and the air tasted sweet as I spoke. I knew I was a part of something little girls dream of, and I appreciated every moment I had.
As the scene went on, I forgot my lines and was forced into becoming my character. I felt her anxiety, her fear. I felt her joy, her hope. The entire stage took on a presence of life, and I couldn't tell if the scene would ever end.
I woke up smiling, and ate breakfast confused.