They were there for him when he needed them
A mix of skin tones and facial features surrounding him in his time of need
Helping him ignore the painful yet beautiful truth that lie to his left
Unaware of his presence and hurt
Ignoring him for another man
Director. How ironic.
That’s what I’m supposed to be – as hilarious as that sounds to my ears.
Me? Director? I don’t have the faith in myself, even though other people try to instill that faith into me.
I have to get over my feelings of inadequacy.
Only 11 days until we shoot. So much to do.
Lord help me.
He use to tell me tales as I sat on his knee.
I was so young, and the stories were all about me and my fictional adventures.
I loved the attention, showered upon me by my favorite afro fuzzy-haired grandfather.
“The cuckoo-heads” he’d mention my imaginary friends as he thought the next sentence through, “walked into the grocery store and…[Read more]
It was then that I knew our love had faded away.
She walked back into the kitchen, eyes bloodshot, snot running down her nose.
Her face blotchy. She never looks as beautiful as she does when tears are in her eyes.
Our relationship was so destructive.
That’s probably why. I loved to see her cry so purely.
I use to let myself believe that…[Read more]