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I just spent a couple hours inside a cardboard oven. I am eating trail mix leftovers. Listening to Christmas songs, like Jingle Bell Rock and Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree. I am imagining a life where I could engulf myself in research and smother hours with crafty sentences. I would tippity type away at a keyboard at a desk at a window overlooking Central Park. A few weeks of the summer spent in a cottage in England's Lake District. I cannot imagine a life without performing. I imagine myself taking curtain calls in a Broadway theater, having stolen a few scenes as a supporting actor, never as a lead.
Life is getting ready to splinter off into a thousand shards.
For now, I tap my toes to the tune of Burl Ives. It is not Christmas but I would like a sign.
Life is getting ready to splinter off into a thousand shards.
For now, I tap my toes to the tune of Burl Ives. It is not Christmas but I would like a sign.