Waiting. How big a part of your life goes into waiting. Wasting your time on the time in between times… when all comes to a standstill and you just wait for time to begin again. Time without substance. Could you not fill that lost time with something else?
do you take it all more seriously?
I’ve tried to ask you this in some daydreams that I’ve had
But you’re always busy being make-believe
We’re not having a dialogue. I’ve been giving a monologue – and it’s wearing me out…
Solitude. It’s just a sophisticated way of saying lonely. It doesn’t make it any easier to bear.
In the shadow of mortality – everything else seems pretty insignificant
It’s only life. You’re supposed to be able to handle life…
I didn’t take my cue to leave the stage – to everyone’s dismay. Instead I stumbled around the scene, trying to find a purpose, ignoring the confused looks and the director’s silent anger aiming to force me off. But the play went on, with me as a mere destruction. You can’t make your way back in when you have to make up your own lines. No one knows how to reply. [Exit