So I’m binge watching this show and…what do you mean what show? You clearly know the show I’m obsessed about lately…oh what the hell, it’s The Marvelous Mrs Maisel.
Okay! So it’s a musical scene with Jazz and I ask myself. What the bloody hell am I doing outside the screen? I mean I belong in there. Not among actors. No. I meant in that era.
Then I realized it’s 3 am and in probably just tired & overthinking. About everything. Life, people, things, errors, hopes, dreams blah blah blah.
That’s when I hear the wisdom of voices tell me what’s wrong. I needed midnight snacks. I open the fridge, mix whatever I coukd find, heat it and I’m back with a plate in my hand and the world of Midge Maisel in front of me.
But, I still feel I’m at the wrong side of the screen.
Damn you Jazz.
It’s not this show, it must then blame Ryan Gosling & his Jazz loving Sebastian role. Never gave a second thought to Jazz before.
Okay! Break is over. Time to hit Play button. Don’t you love Friday nights? Such a party it is.
A revolutionary is someone who religiously believes in non-existence of barriers. And I’m all but someone who is blind to the walls for all I do is paints dreams over the them, turning them into my canvas for imagination.
Maybe I’m broken part of the revolution generation, maybe I’m the idea of what a flightless bird looks like for I sure would not fly even with the cage down. A revolutionary I shall never be, but I do know how to feel like one with my eyes closed. I can paint myself into anything I want, a flygirl, a pirate, a war hero and even a renegade, an insurgent.
So let the mind weep for the deadness of the brave rebellious soul; the heart shall live in stories, the fabrication of beautiful lies, that brings a whole new world alive creating a sky and land that needs no more anarchy.