"When truth and compassion part ways, follow compassion." ~ Unknown

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Rolling on

She ambles out on stage to a dark house and stands a moment gazing into the gloom. It is the night sky. It is the bottom of the sea. It is where lost dreams gather and discuss amongst themselves what could have been. She listens then turns and walks off stage. One light slowly comes up on the curtain. It parts.


Roy said...

The show must go on. You give to the audience some form of themselves that they can applaud, and they don't even know how difficult it was.

asha said...

They just stare.