Today was the show at the Rochester Opera House. Even though hardly anyone attended (maybe due to the beautiful weather and the fact that it is Father's Day) those of us that entered into the show had an amazing time. We turned lemons into lemonade... if only there was some Vodka! I left there feeling very positive about the direction that I have taken my life.
As the day progressed, I started to come down from my natural high. Wishing that I could just hold on to that wonderful happiness that encompassed the Opera House today just a little longer.
At times a smile seems so far out of reach. Even a memory cannot generate one. But maybe a phone call from an old friend can give me just that little bit of laughter to get me through the night. It helps for a few minutes, then gone again. Damn you Disney!
I continue to follow my dream, still the ultimate passion in my life. Through the heartache, poverty, and helplessness...the dream still prevails. Sometimes I'm not sure why I'm still chasing it, maybe it is chasing me? Never letting go of me. This surreal dream, people laugh and cannot understand, because it is not a part of them. My mind races, constantly with what could be created next, never resting. Shear exhaustion sets in and the dream comes to life in a cloud of delirium. I cannot escape it.
As the day progressed, I started to come down from my natural high. Wishing that I could just hold on to that wonderful happiness that encompassed the Opera House today just a little longer.
At times a smile seems so far out of reach. Even a memory cannot generate one. But maybe a phone call from an old friend can give me just that little bit of laughter to get me through the night. It helps for a few minutes, then gone again. Damn you Disney!
I continue to follow my dream, still the ultimate passion in my life. Through the heartache, poverty, and helplessness...the dream still prevails. Sometimes I'm not sure why I'm still chasing it, maybe it is chasing me? Never letting go of me. This surreal dream, people laugh and cannot understand, because it is not a part of them. My mind races, constantly with what could be created next, never resting. Shear exhaustion sets in and the dream comes to life in a cloud of delirium. I cannot escape it.
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