004. Improv.


Tonight, another improv show. Tonight, another wonder, another awe-inspiring act. Everytime I hear them, watch them, laugh and cry at them- I want to sing. I want to write. I feel whole and shattered, at once.Sort of like every time a touch sends shivers down my spine.

Jonatha Brooke has been helpful. Every time I listen to her, my mind is soothed, and my heart bathes in the lyrics.

For my heart was
Tossed with longing
What had been would never be

There are so many other instances, I may just post lyrics next time.


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