The show has ended, the applause fades away and as the theatre empties you realize that it will never be enough.
Fight the tears back. Let your concious drift onto the next performance when your loyal fans return.
Just imagine how impressed they will be by you.
But whatever you do, don't ever, ever exist in the right now, the lonely.
Chris Farley with nobody watching.
explanation: I wrote this poem this summer in Europe. Often in my life i get my kicks from being able to entertain others. After a while though I start depending on these feelings. I can begin to base my identity in them. That's when you come to the point of having to always be entertaining, looking for the next moment to be funny. And when nobody else is around, what do you do?
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So often we are in the same place.
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