I’m trying to find someone who understands Someone who’s been there– someone who’s smiled like a fool, suddenly understood what all those songs are really about. Someone who’s been frozen with anticipation, known a limited number of days. Someone who’s seen months trickle to weeks to days to minutes to that last moment. Someone who’s felt the pain of that last embrace Someone who’s known how it feels to walk away for that final time, knowing it’s the final time. Feeling every nerve, every cell urging you to run back to that place of delirium– back to light and softness and silliness, back to synchronized movements, back to quirky phrases, laughter, and correct grammar, even back to long work days, scheduling, line notes, prop tracking, blocking back to that connection that transcends categorization. Back to 1 AM hugs Back to that enigmatic “love ya.”
Written on 1-22-2012, inspired by "Smile" by Uncle *******