The Actress

"The Actress"

Quite a stigmata that comes with and to that. An ethereal elixir sipped by the muses of time & time again. Stardust actresses aspire & perspire for, love/hate & define ourselves with, into the depths of the pathos of "all nothing then..." like Trojan Women. Too true we are to be pretty, project, articulate intelli-gently (as to not bruise fellows or fellow egos), recite, insight, incite, excite, delight, inspire above all else while remembering your words, eye line & blocking every time. High watermarks like that can leave a girl treading, as well it should while your pirouette toe tips as sore, hunger for more. Who knows this alchemy? Me least of all, what makes good storytelling. Of course, I know it when I see it, feel it. Always believe I am doing that same, as it feels like I am, at all the calls & reads I am lucky enough to shake my stardust at. Yet all one can do, is our best which to is what we take with us to the next opportunity. The intention, the love & best of all, laughter. Not result or outcome. That will disassemble you.

These scattered thoughts adopt & crystallize here to there, perhaps only for me, cheering me on and back again. They are my patience & prosperity, my mighty Aphrodite. Such kind of luck has found me to be, "The Actress".

Temperate winds, stacked in Alexander repose, my beat goes on, lucky me.

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