Rambles 3

Quiet.
A low buzzing noise of some electronic curcuit in the background.
A single lamp, stage centre.
Me lying naked, face down on a bed
The circle of light encompassing my face
  and my hands
Grasping a pen
Scrawling emotions onto paper
With a flat, blank, face.
Hiding nothing.
No feelings, no laughter
Frantically trying to spark something
Some hidden energy
Buried deep
Filling page after page
Neading something to release
Just writing
Maybe it will make sense to someone
My audience isn't here now.
I hope it will be.
But now I write into a vacuum.
Knowing I can't heal myself now.
Hoping someone can heal me.
My audience is gone, but I need them
Need them to be whole
Need them to see what I have done
Who I have become, who I was
To reasure me
To not leave me on a baren stage
Alone
Naked with a spot light
That watches me scrawl
Words onto empty paper.

-TCS