Acting
The scene set.
The passion is flowing like wind stirring about your body.
Portraying the part needed to gain whatever your heart and soul wants.
Yet, when off screen is the actor or actress still performing to falseness?
Tragedy echoes.
Words are provoking the spirit to relate.
Looks and touches.
His or her alluring movement stirs like fire within our blood.
When does his or her theatrical stop and the true reality begin for them and us?
Tragic stories and tragic words flow about the entire room, yet nothing seem real; however, most of it is?
How can we tell when they are being real with you?
Should we place our heart and soul into one that plays a part like he or she is always upon a stage or movie set?
Life is an endless drama that seems too never end about us or life.
Feelings stir.
Love blooms like words upon pages with no substances.
Tears fall as love dies or becomes a nightmare dream of horror.
Yet….
The acting is always flowing about life like an endless picture show.
Is this what life and love all about now?
Is life and love acting, as if we are part of stage or movie scene with no real meanings or truth?
When will acting stop and reality start to where life can have true purpose or substances?
©2009 Firestar
