Question

Mirror as me monologue

Answer 1

Silent. Or at least quiet for a while.

Behind the curtains. I know they will show me acceptance but a sow bitter rind against me.

Outsider, shredder, the rattle for the snake.

Silence, once again hoping for it, and as you can tell I cannot honor it for long.

Once there was a dream that kept on dreaming me, and in it I am perched on a wide flood

pushing towards this immoveable object. I have no power. I have no silence. I have no power.

Behind the curtain, will they at least share with me some recipe for being beautiful?

To know real beauty, and know what it is to be desired...this is what I want inside the silence.

A king's breath, to be loved and admired and respected and feared for being beautiful.

Silence. To be silent and still. This is what I want. The knowledge of a blue mayflower in a yellow buttercup field, no wind, no sound. How can that be true for me? How can that be true?

Behind the curtain the call of the stage is an echo. The opening and closing of low doors, make-up brushes humming. Warm-ups pushing up the side doors.

There is a stillness in the motion, as if they belong to it, the rapid genius of doing the same motion everyday.

I have no power. I have no silence.

I wait on the edge, looking at truth.