solisis

How does it feel? There is no stage left, center or right on the field of these dreams. The so called ones that blind us all to the underlying truth behind the scenes. Those golden kisses are as common as the discarded ash of miserable cigarettes strapped to the lips of the faceless crowd I wade through. It came as no surprise, really. I counted the crows as they fell from the sky. The bullets are the same words I heard so many times over. Too many times to leave the hole I live in without a kevlar vest wrapped around my crumbling heart. Its all a bit too much for me, please understand. I wont audition for the spotlight, if there is such a thing. But I will play along with the act as long as necessary for me to understand just how much I love her. I honestly cannot believe the synopsis. It lies as much as the tryouts. As much as those engulfed in the fray and all the distrust that flocks towards the silver screen. I left the theater half way through the second act. You know the one, I assume. I neednt ask directly because frankly, I dont care enough to know the facts. Like they say, right? Survival of the fittest. Call it survival then, the things we both do to kill another day. I can only hope that one day it will become apparent what is necessary, my dearIm sorry, I havent the grounds to apply that one. I asked for a virtue common. The known, that is. It should be nothing difficult, but only the truth. This being what it may. Its only a lie if you believe it to be. I guess I ask too much from people. The only being something a bit too far out of reach. Something I could never hope to be a reality. Something provided by trust and faith and all other things that died with the trait of chivalry. Rest in peace, my friend. I do miss the day when you would knock on all doors. In this, I suppose, I linger in the pool of tears surmounting all that I have protected myself from lost to a single act of stupidity. Someone said once that I should always make certain the back door was locked. Otherwise something foreign might intrude and throw your world into a six foot hole in the dirt you will never emerge from. I believe this now. Not that its all irreversable. Not at all. The damage is minimum. The damage is only skin deep. I wish I could say the same for you though. Try not to take it personally, the way I syncronize my lips with the bill. It says it all. Written right down to the final act. The one where romeo dies. You know it though. I mean, youre the star of the show. You know what happens, right? Its just another gig. Another act. Another play. All of it. I didnt want to know, but a truth serum is much easier to percure than a love potion. And I am a damn good bartender. You can bet that I read between the lines this time. I mean, I had to. Please understand. Please.