But the waiting is the hardest part.
Waiting , holding my breath. I hear from the Executive Producers soon. When and If this film shall be... I wait for the news of a change of hearts from a few different bodies. I am tired of fear and holding patterns. The rain beats a tattoo on my face as I wander around , waiting. the rain covers my tears when I am sad, washes away the lies I use to make myself feel safe and sound. Loss is devastating, but the waiting is the hardest part.
Posted by Andrew klaus-Vineyard at Thursday, January 10, 2008