i'll allow you. it's okay. i got used to this anyways, so... you didn't destroy me, you know, even though i still fight with myself and with the silence i want. but it is okay. you can. don't worry. i am elastic. gum. rubber. my heart can stretch as much as you want to pull it and, surprisingly, dear, it does not break.
it's okay. i allow you to be the director the playwright the scenographer the light designer the soundman the stagehand the manager of my life. and i, the humble and obedient actor ready for anything for those few minutes of fame ideal ****** and claps.
can i also be the audience? i think it would be a successful comedy.