-The Actress and a Lazy Critic- in Glacial Eyes

I rest easy. The time I spend awake seems to always be on the edge of sleep. My eyelids sit low and everything moves in slow motion. A damn good movie. “If there’s somebody watching”, I think to myself, “life must be a damn good movie”. A romance…a comedy…a tragedy…
no one does it like nature.
Definitely my favorite director.
Does that make me an actor?..I want a raise.
A lady in a red dress with a baby stroller is walking across the street. “So poetic” I giggle.
She seems over dressed for the occasion (No pun intended). She’s wearing flats though, at least I think that’s what they’re called; those ballet shoes always get to me.
Maybe it’s because I was always worried that she’d take them off and start running around in the grass…Maybe it’s because despite my concerns I understood that she belonged in that scene and I couldn’t help but daydream about a star in her element.
Haha..shoes.
A pair of shoes and nostalgia comes up like that awful relative you never wanted to hear from again.
I think I know why I’m not getting better wages.

Last updated March 17, 2019