growing up in theater i often heard that all the world’s a stage

logically, i always knew what those words meant, it’s a simple statement after all

yet it took me 19 years and a post-breakup one night stand to actually experience my stage

i was an actress, holding in myself and expressing who my audience wanted me to be

my audience need not know my true intentions, only what needed to be portrayed

joy, pleasure, tears, and pain were the four acts and i glided gracefully

and on the quiet ride home i studied my cigarette, my tired mind convincing itself it was no more than a stage smoke you could buy at the theatrical shop in valley junction

and it hit me

all the world’s a stage and my play is a tragedy