hurt

“I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain. the only thing that’s real. the needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting. try to kill it all away. but I remember everything. what have I become? my sweetest friend. everyone I know, goes away in the end. and you could have it all - my empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt.

I wear this crown of thorns, upon my liar’s chair. full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair. beneath the stains of time. the feelings disappear. you are someone else. I am still right here. what have I become? my sweetest friend. everyone I know goes away in the end. and you could have it all. my empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt.

if I could start again, a million miles away. I would keep myself. I would find a way.”

JOHNNY CASH - Hurt

play by play

I wrote a little script last Saturday afternoon, in my little white dress, on the couch.

I didn't know what prompted me to do it; it's more of a short theatre/skit more than anything and I could envision how the stage play might look like. Just need a bit more tweaking as I got carried away (speaking of Carried Away, can someone buy for me Diva's Carried Away range?).

Now, what do I do with that little piece I wrote? It'd be interesting to watch it come to live on stage, pitch darkness with just the spotlight on the characters. Real characters. Not to give away too much information, it's about a girl who is messed up.