try again?

i have been in the sound booth every single tuesday-sunday night since i got to shawnee. except for the two nights i got to understudy in godspell my first weekend.
it's dark in there.
i get to be on stage in dracula.
that will be nice. and bright.
nope, still dark. but a different kind of dark...

dun dun dun

dark

i have been in the sound booth every single tuesday-sunday night since i got to shawnee. except for the two nights i got to understudy in godspell my first weekend.
it's dark in there.
i get to be on stage in dracula.
that will be nice. and bright.
nope, still dark. but a different kind of dark...

dun dun dun

this summer?

and this is where it starts to hurt. gets tough. we knew it would. the gazing and awe and perfection could only last so long.
and he's blaming himself. and he shouldn't.
i'm in a place i don't understand being a person i don't know. he didn't sign up to be with that one.
i'll be back to myself when i'm back to my life. this one i'm living isn't real.
i can't explain it here, to him, to her, only in the one place that is tied in string and secured from the rest of the world. and even that is severely lacking. and incoherent. but those are my attempts. and somehow i don't know how to feel sorry.

this all sounds so cryptic. but it's all i have to say.