Waiting

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?

[Exeunt lovers

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