it seems that we are living at the bottom of the second act.
all heartache, seperation, frustration, change.
soon the curtain will drop.
i know for me, i feel more trapped than ever.
more lost than ever.
more desirious of true life than i have ever been before.
but yet at the same time, i feel less alive.
i no longer hope or dream of love.
i no longer hope or dream.
i am unintentional buddha.
i am stoic priest.
but soon the curtain will drop.
i hear the scurry of stagehands even now.
the blue lights will drop.
a brief moment of darkness.
then raise the curtains.
then watch our new resolution.
the third act, when characters become victorious.
the third act, the happy songs of the musical.
the third act, when the quentin tarentino movie actually makes sense.
the ballad of lament in act two becomes beautiful when you are aware that it is only for a season.
soon the curtain will drop.
9:19 p.m. - 2004-08-13
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