Wednesday, April 29

I miss.. this feeling



And then I walked out onto the stage for the first time in my life. The light. The light is so bright that all that remains is you and the darkness.
You can feel the audience breathing. It's like holding a gun or standing on a precipice and knowing you must jump.
It feels slow and fast. It's like dying and being born and fucking and crying. It's like falling in love and being utterly alone with God; you taste your own mouth and feel your own skin and I knew I was alive and I knew who I was, and that that wasn't who I'd been up till then.
I'd never been so far away, but I knew I was home. I know everything, I thought.
I knew I'd never leave and I never have.

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