an authoratative position.

I love being a playwright.

It gives me the power to be in control of people's lives and fashion life as i want it to be. In the reality that i want it to be. I'm in the midst of writing my fourth play now... it's been awhile but from my last play until now i feel like i'm in a better position. Perhaps the delicate balance of power that we call life is something that you have to work for, and we all know that to gain power, one must struggle for it.

The only person that makes me feel powerless is Melissa... I miss her so damn much. she is the epitomy of all that is me, and it is also her. Perhaps she is like the alter ego i am afraid to lose, yet we have been apart for so long that she is at a distance. But that is what makes it beautiful too, when the triviality of life dares not invade upon us. We are the only Romantics in our world left, the only Dreamers of our time. The memories of us together, from childhood to womanhood, it is that quality in us that keeps this eternal. Is it possible that one so cynical in the day is also a dreamer by night? Perhaps you have to be both to understand the nature of either.
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Beautiful Dreamer
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me.

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth.
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say My love! why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.