"Every person has a monologue,"
you said over ice cream as we
sat outside the coffee shop in my
quaint little town.
It was a beautiful day; I polluted
the air with my cigarette, and
you let out an occasional cough.
Smoke can sometimes be offensive.
As is my personal raw and gritty
monologue, with words that rip
your ears to shreds.
But you relate to my stories
that break the heart and
put it back together with
The cycle repeats.
History repeats- we wonder why
with the world a stage, our stories
With a 2:00 matinee and two shows
on Saturday and Sunday at 7, it doesn't
The character development was wonderful.