DigitNe

it's not love, not by a long shot, but if it was, it would feel like this. "Loving in the war years calls for this kind of risking without a home to call our own I've got to take you as you come to me, each time like a stranger all over again. Not knowing what deaths you saw today I've got to take you as you come, battle bruised..." yep. long time no see, but i'm back and better than ever.

"A heart that's full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that won't heal. You look so tired-unhappy, bring down the government, they don't, they don't speak for us. I'll take a quiet life, a handshake some carbon monoxide, with no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, Silent silence. " This.. this is good. The epitome of good. Tell that to my driveway. Impractical, at best. At best. Thus ends my heartfelt confession.

The production I was stage managing closed last night. It's still too soon for catharsis.