My TV show

So, for now, I'll keep taking those ten moments and waking up on the right foot, waiting for the music to come in, for the rain to fall on the right place, for my person to make their entrance, and hold for my art to have purpose, waiting for the show to

I can almost hear it, some mornings, when I open my eyes, the gentle whir of the opening credits to my life's show rolling, to see those names of my loved ones flicker across the screen, heralding the entrance of all the new players in my life-- faintly, as if in another room in the house, I can here the first few notes plucked on a piano for my theme song. There are those ten moments before I place my right foot on the ground, always the right foot, and I walk into the closet and come out and suddenly my life will fall into place. For some reason my clothes fit better, look better, and my hair doesn't do that flippy thing it normally does. Instantly my life becomes a series of important moments, montaged with killer tracks inbetween, with songs that simply pull the curtains of your smile up or drop the floor out in your hear. When I wake up on that day I'll see all of these twists and loses and adventures were planned, that albeit hectic and trying they're bringing me somewhere, to someone. That my passions and curiosities in this world will be rewarded, that my art will matter to others, will mean as much to another, enough so that they in turn will make their own. So, for now, I'll keep taking those ten moments and waking up on the right foot, waiting for the music to come in, for the rain to fall on the right place, for my person to make their entrance, and hold for my art to have purpose.

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