Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Some words I'd like to sweep out

The deep red curtain, its bottom lightly worn, is left dusting up an empty stage, ghost-like webs drape over the vacant seats now that the crowd has departed.
This theatre has gone out of business, it is slowly slipping into dilapidation. The greatest show on earth, your life, is now just a collection of broken chairs, of burned out light bulbs, of shattered glass and scarred floors, of black flower petals and silence.
My footsteps ring out but no one answers.
There's nothing left to perform and there's no one left to watch.
12/21/09

4 comments:

  1. this is incredible
    i wish i could sum up how much i love it,
    but i cant...
    ill be saving it on my computer though

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  2. How this all strings together is perfecet.
    "There's nothing left to perform and there's no one left to watch."
    You're to good.

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