I haven't figured out what its all about. Not yet. The brevity of it is itself shocking.
Sometimes it seems like its all about being here and seeing everything, absorbing every bit of everything and going along with the happenings. Its like acting in a mega play, an array of characters to sift through. The lights are always focussed on you to mark and judge every act with a raised eyebrow. Pretension is the key to survival. Stiff competition for greater accolades. Academy awards don't exist in vain...do they?
Other times it feels like its more about nostalgic 'happy days' and romantic 'notebooks'. 'Titanic' love stories and being with '5 point somebodies'. Emotions rule the mind. The will is without shackles.
Its too difficult to distinguish betweeen the real and the reel.. unknowlingly and against my wishes I glide from one to another. Its like taking poly juice potions, my insides are ripped apart, the outside looks fine and I carry on like all the other people, or maybe there's only me.
I am a confused soul. I wear a skin of grey which I shed every now and then and slip into another. A deeper shade of grey.
