I fell in love again; all things go, all things go.
i had to write about any "theatrical" event for my drama lit class, discussing various points of theory. strangely, the first thing that came to mind was sufjan stevens at the great american music hall in the summer of 05. i am sitting here in tears after writing this much-longer-than-intended post for the class (it's an online one), remembering the night as vividly as if it were this past summer. i am feeling the rush of the experience, how in love with the music i was and how lucky i felt to be there, witnessing the beauty unfolding, watching sufjan be awkward and gorgeous and my ideal man. and i remember feeling regret weeks later for sharing that perfect moment with someone who broke my heart to all kinds of pieces. as i was writing the post for class, i had this wave of anger and hurt rush through me -- probably because i never got the closure i feel i deserved from him and this perfect moment in my life will always be tainted with the memory of him. but the more i listen to sufjan, the more enlightened and free i feel. this is an artist that has always cleansed me, opened my eyes wider, and given me great inspiration. i can only be thankful for what i have, for what i have left behind, and for what is to come.
and, sadly, to be painfully honest, i hope that both that night and myself are remembered in the highest esteem, if at all.
and, sadly, to be painfully honest, i hope that both that night and myself are remembered in the highest esteem, if at all.