a little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now...

she did not need much. wanted very little. a kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, book to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love & be loved in return. - Starra Neely Blade - 

july 22nd || twenty thirteen 
it's raining to-day. i can't even recall the last time the skies decided to don a grey cloak, sigh, and brush the earth with rain drops. especially in summertime. 
two intense weeks of blocking, choreography, line-memorizing, and several run-throughs,  were wrapped within the final performance of the play last night. 
i wake up divided: free as a bird & hopelessly sad - the missing, aching type of sad. i am missing something - missing someone, nay - everyone i had been blessed with the opportunity of being with every single day for the past two weeks. a family in its own right. a family knit together with the strands of song and laughter and memories - missing the luxurious comfort that i wasn't alone anymore. with a long sigh, i step outside, filling the wispy breeze with my empty thoughts. 

exhale || the day had to begin as a show must always go on.
 inhale || petrichor smells bittersweet sometimes. 

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listen // have a cuppa // a yes 

  xx 

postscript :: i hope to have some stills of the play to share very soon. ;)