tenth day
in the twelfth month
named after the number ten
do we merry-go-round each other
until our paradoxes
and anachronisms
make sense
or is life simply accepting
that parts of life simply
never make simple
sense
tenth day
in the twelfth month
named after the number ten
do we merry-go-round each other
until our paradoxes
and anachronisms
make sense
or is life simply accepting
that parts of life simply
never make simple
sense
i always find myself at my wit’s end
with exhaustion
just before something happens that makes me
really
actually
truly
tired.
to observe
without thinking to oneself
‘i am observing’
to react
without thinking to oneself
‘i am reacting’
to live life
without thinking to oneself
‘i am living’
these are the challenges,
the paradoxes,
of being an actor.