Drama

And so it begins,

another poem to end the circle of the previous one. I feel like laughing at myself, for such tragedy, for such tiredness, for such exhaustion. I'm using my brain, like a weight lift, the more I lift, the heavier it gets.

So,it has been a month of changes, of endings and new beginnings that finally happened. I'm working on a show which teaches me to survive, to be poised and to live. I'm meeting people who teach me to work, to laugh at them and with them (2 different breeds entirely), I'm learning that TV work in the "outside" world is not rocket science. It's just work and the rest is someone else's headache.

What have I done? is the most redundant question which has no answer which will suit you. Because what you want to hear will never be told to you. Guilt trips make me feel 40 and I've started looking 26 rather than 22, so I will need to work on that. Working on me means giving me a break and seeing life from what I saw it in BMM.....

So what if something is twisted, it will untwist again at some point. And when the light breaks free, may all raise their hands to shield eyes from the glare.

I love drama :)