I don't know what it is but i must have lost it.
Maybe it's just a phase. It better be.
This Saturday will be a good test to see if i get it back.
An audition. A monologue.
A performance again even if just for a couple of people.
Mon amour du numero uno.
Ma premiere passion.
Even if I'm not 100% prepared.
Even if it's about hairy vaginas.
I need that drive again.
People wonder what the hell I'm doing in a music school when i'm really more of an actor than a musician.
I guess i just love challenges. (<---???)
Theatre is my drug.
Music is my fight.
And the struggle to find my voice between the two is... the one i hope will save me in the end?
FREEDOM & LIBERATION through EJACULATION! Chewah...tah paper tah. Tweet.
In other words ive to stock up on my dope again to continue engaging in this war.
Yes! Dah jumpa! I love it when writing actually does help. Now i remember... Alhamdulillah :)
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