Sunday, November 22, 2009


I'm trying to write a script for my drama class.
I keep thinking to myself, This should be easy.
I write poetry all the time. It pours over my school work, leaks onto my hands, even sticks to the rubber soles of my shoes.
The theatre is my second home. I've read dozens and dozens of scripts this past summer alone.
I keep staring at the notebook in front of me, thinking to myself, Why isn't this easier?
I want to write about something real, something in my life.
I understand it best.
Why is it that everything true seems incomprehensible on paper?
No one believes the truth anymore.


  1. You can do it! I know getting all of the things you know best about your life onto paper is hard sometimes.

    I am going to see you so soon!! =]

  2. your script was absolutely beautiful sam..when you guys performed it, i cried