I am an Author and Casting Director
I do not write of happy endings or blissful love with no drama, horror or thrill.
A hum, a moan, a sigh is all that was said; the sounds of the letters beside my bed. A thousand letters pressed together in my head. Yearning the passion felt instead.
What am I? You fill me up at first, but then leave me empty in the end. You only open me up when you want something, and ignore me when you don’t.
Given are we, a vessel of our own, whilst waiting with valor. Transporting a soul in to the unknown to let our hearts soar.
BANG! In the distance there is a pop. Instantly, my hand turns into a thousand hands before my eyes. A feeling of falling sweeps over me, flooding me with an image of a dark, endless hole.
Late nights he paints cloudy skies into early morning with tears in his eyes. A grey angel appears who hears his cries, bringing him hope of a life with new highs.