Saturday, October 10, 2009

i'm hating fridays. :(

Your words worked like a silent goodbye to me. My supposed lines did not come out anymore. Suddenly, it was dead air, I went blank. It looked like that the show had already ended without taking so much of my part.

The scene last night, I hated. I think I had done too much that made you say those words. Are we suppose to finish the scene so early?

Now, I believe in "poem never says but it says". I guess this is how poetic license works on us.

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