The secret life of a heartless director

Nov 15, 2006 22:53

So, here is what has happened to me.

A girl came and crushed my heart about 10 months ago. I went and picked the pieces up for about 5 months, got half way done picking up the pieces, and decided to do it all over again. 4 months after that this other girl decides to drop my heart and let it shatter again. I have no time to pick up the pieces. I don’t want to pick up the pieces. I pick up one piece and say it is my heart, I’m directing a play, so I don’t have time to worry about the fact that my heart isn’t my heart at all. I don’t have time to worry about the fact that the days in winter are the same as the days in summer, the days in summer are the days in winter. That the books stores are infinite, except in September when the students come back to school. No time to think that cold leads to heat, pain leads to love and infinity leads to chaos.

Except in September.

Tell me I’m sane. Tell me I’m sane and I will shoot you.
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