SeekingDivinity

 (Henry Ackleman walks onstage, carrying (or pretending to carry) a letter, reading.) (under his breath) Mister Henry Ackleman, we regret to inform you that your application to…  (trails off, murmuring as he reads a bit to himself) Shit! (he crumples up the letter and throws it aside, or pretends to) Goddamn. (Henry begins to pace the stage quickly, one hand on his forehead as if he is shielding his eyes from the sun. He is looking at the floor, the fingers on his other hand going like they want to grab something. His breathing is either heavy and angry or overly and obviously consciously controlled. He stops in the center of the s

I've got friends and enemies; they whisper secrets to me in pages of text, in sideways glances, in the words they don't say. They touch my heart with freezing fingertips, telling me they love me and they're happy, lying to the snowflakes that rest upon my lips.