the way.

this is my space. not myspace like the billion dollar organization that frankly i love to play in. but MY space. my place. my den. my living room. my bed. my place. i can dance here. i can sing here. i can say EFF YOU here. :) i can cry here and laugh and fall over and skip and jump as high as i want and i am still safe. my words come from my heart-most of the time-and i put them out in the universe with hopes of making myself and other people...not better...of course that would be splendid (ha, what a funny, fancy word) but different. or just something.

i have been getting engrossed in the past...so far into the past that it moves me to tears and i bring myself back. why do we cry when we are SO hurt...and when we are SO loved....and when we are SO frustrated...and when we are SO sad...and when we are SO happy. what do our tears mean? are we so overcome with emotion that it must liquify itself and come to the surface because there is no more room for it? tears have always been a proven symbol of sadness. but what about when you cry uncontrollably for gratefulness? what then? why isnt that so common? count your blessings...until you have no more to count, and try to not cry. i'm telling you it's rough. good luck to you. BUT i dont mean this like you are a bad person if you dont cry....i speak...well type... from what i know, or try to understand about myself. i cant hold the tears back. and thats not to say that if someone is JUST as amazingly grateful or MORE than i am, but doesnt cry they arnt grateful. comon. duh. but i wasnt clear. you are beautiful.

wow. green tea parties. not knowing so much. obscure musicals. exploring. loving. taking risks. believing in the ghosts in the tunnels under the school from the 60s. singing in the common room. wanting too badly to be liked and accepted in the department. being frustrated at not knowing as much as other people. wanting to be so smart. wanting respect. being the cute one. challenges. workshops. champagne. growing. failing. loving. not knowing ANY better. and so much more.

i want to be on broadway. as cliche and funny and STUPID as it sounds. thats what i want. i am willing to fight as HARD and LONG as may be. but please, universe....make it as soon as you possibly can. give me strength, talent, love, patience, skill, work ethics and anything else you think i may need. i am willing to take it ALL on. and go further than you have ever seen. just let me be. love. love. so much love. all i need is love. all i want is love. all i want to give and show and tell the story of is... love. please.