Operas Play
Posted on 2003-12-09
I don't know where my head belongs any more.
Between my ears entire operas play themselves out in stories of love and hate, devotion and betrayal, and I never know exactly what role to give you in my own personal tragedy.
You are the piece of the puzzle that just doesn't fit - you're all odd angles and unusual shapes. Maybe you were never supposed to be part of this picture, but you were, and to many degrees you still are. You linger in my veins, but I have a feeling I will never be completely rid of you.
Is there nothing you can give me to help me sleep tonight???