beneath the stage lights

serendipity. calm. i bask in the warm and cool glows,

closing my eyes to take in the peace i feel in the place i call home.

eyes opened, i look into what seems like infinite rows of seats; the crimson velvet welcoming those who dare to venture into the world before them.

those who dare to dream alongside the breathers of illusion. 

i imagine their faces:

those who love, those who ache to be loved. those who hurt, those who yearn for redemption. the silent hearts with untold stories, aching to be seen. 

i see the stories behind their gazes and wonder what i can do to envelope them in a different world- 

to carry them to beauty, to adventure, to bliss. 

i grasp the hands beside me – my fellow story-weavers and dream-shapers.

for the first time, i feel utterly and completely whole. 

deep in the marrow of my bones, and in the deepest chambers of my soul, 

i know: i am destined to conjure a multitude of worlds for my fellow dreamers and wanders, who find themselves at the threshold.

i live to unveil the endless and immense joys hidden in a world full of possibilities, dreams, and connection. most of all, to kindle a sanctuary for all people, and to help those find the truth and beauty in theatre.