I always wondered how someone could say that they feel alone, in the middle of this wide open space. Not a day went by when this part of the park did not have visitors, even when the wind blew harder than usual, or the smoke of a nearby fire made it difficult to breath. Nothing kept people from coming back, not even rain. The hustle of this space was one of its appeals to me, because within it, I felt a part of it all, the world I sometimes shut out, when working at my computer, creating another part of the creative puzzle that would eventually make a coherent story.
I never understood, until this day, when you broke my heart.
He scared me, with such a profoundness that I knew I would never be the same. Not that he was threatening, this fragile, old man with the broad rimmed hat, but his eyes, gazing at me with the intensitivy of a powerful personality, borred into my soul, and left a mark. His words, as broken as his body, where humblingly simple, yet held within them the moment I had been waiting for, dreading and hoping to never hear anyone say to me.
“It has begun!”
One day can change everything. I had never appreciated that sentiment until this very moment. A breath, a glance, a decision, all actions that are fleeting, but their impact felt long after, creating waves of changes not to be taken lightly. Until now, standing here, in the midst of the thick, lushious lawn, feeling simutaniously at home and lost, I did not know the depth of this truth. But at the end, all that matters to me now, is that those decisions brought me right here – to you.
She wasn’t supposed to be here, hell she was not even supposed to be in this country, according to his sources, but even the best sources could get it wrong. His heart broke with every step she took toward him, knowing that, no matter what he would say, he could not explain away the pain he had caused her, the pain of him leaving her behind, even if it was to keep her safe.
Her eyes, fixed on his, dark with a deep well of emotions, he brazed himself for a tirade of screams, accusation, and yes, even a slap. But he never expected, that she would place her lips on his own.
He would not – could not – stop repeating the number five, over and over again, sometimes louder, other times barely whispering it. This was normal behavior, they told me, normal for him at least, and assured me that on good days his uttering sounded like a happy recital of long-lost memories. They were lost alright, lost within me, but I did not tell them, knowing that they would think, I was as crazy as him, belonging in the same place he would never leave again. I knew the meaning of his mumbles because I heard them before, twenty years ago, when I saw my Dad that last time – and I was five.
Undead was such an uncaring word. Zombie was not much fun either. There are better labels I would choose for myself if anyone that mattered would listen. Who did not matter where my sisters, who thought I was way out there, and well I was pretty cool, after all I still had all of my fingers and most of my hair. Transient was more descriptive of our state, technically a state between states, which, thanks to my crazy family had spread through the world like wildfire.
This weeks “Express Yourself” prompt asks us about a musical of play we have viewed. Here is my answer to this interesting question:
It has been a long time since I have been to a play, or musical, if you don’t count my daughter’s performances with her former acting school.
The last “real”one I remember attending, was with my mother ten years ago in Germany. We went with her friend to a performance of a local theater group which performed a 1 hour play, that was written just for the occasion and was traditional Bavarian folklore. Funny and a little over the top, dressed as you probably imagined in lederhosen and the Dirndl, a specific dress worn to special ooccasionsin Bavaria, where I am from. To give you guys an idea what I am talking about, here is an image of what a stage in a play would look like:
I know the following example is in German, but it is still kind of interesting to watch, especially considering how different a traditional play here in the US is from a traditional play in southern Germany. Enjoy!
P.S. The video is from an older performance, but it was hard to find anything on YouTube that represented the type of play I was talking about.