Exhausted
I am overwhelmed, but in a good way.
Listening to to her , a joy. But better.
It's what she was doing with her hands that concerns me.
Can you hear me now? she asks.
Am i lost now? she begs.
am i lost now? over and over again.
Always the same. Steady voce. Patient voice.
Am I lost now? as the stage becomes more chaotic.
Am I lost now? you can barely hear.
Am i lost now? tiny voice...
but those hands... pleading. Those hands tell her story. Her voice strong and present. Am I lost now?
But her trembling, fidgeting hands, grasping fearful...
it concerns me.
Listening to to her , a joy. But better.
It's what she was doing with her hands that concerns me.
Can you hear me now? she asks.
Am i lost now? she begs.
am i lost now? over and over again.
Always the same. Steady voce. Patient voice.
Am I lost now? as the stage becomes more chaotic.
Am I lost now? you can barely hear.
Am i lost now? tiny voice...
but those hands... pleading. Those hands tell her story. Her voice strong and present. Am I lost now?
But her trembling, fidgeting hands, grasping fearful...
it concerns me.