The performer and her audience
The stage is big and bright.
I look far ahead and I see nothing.
Only a ray of glaring light onto my presence on stage.
All of these eyes on me but I hope for those pair of eyes.
I make my strides, very slowly, hoping that if I’m slow enough, you notice me.
There you are, I see you amongst the audience, though it’s dark beyond the stage.
I fly with each heartbeat that I make, I’m fast and I’m slow, hoping that you will understand.
I move to the rush in my veins, the warmth on my neck, the moisture above my lip, I feel it all.
I cry during my forth stanza, but actually at the thought of how everything started between us.
I shrug down to my toes, knowing you don’t explain, I exhale heavily.
The crowd is cheering at my agony and I see you leaving your row.
We are breathing the same air but it’s not the same anymore.
It’s been weeks since the show but I still see you in your seat.
It might be because I didn’t see you neither clapping
Nor yawning at the end of my performance.
Instead, you left while I was performing.
I love performing, you know that.
But you just left.
AIKOL PRESS X VOICES / CREATIVE WORKS- 8 Apr 2016