“Int. Theatre” Concept Art by Luca Tranchino, 2009
One flame
Your stone cold smile
Blows out the candle
Whose light we once used
To singe the edges
Of my satin ribbons
To make them stop fraying-
But one loose thread
Is all it takes
For it all to unravel
Where the Limelight Ceases
It’s hard to find where the limelight ceases
In a world of shadows.
I wish to escape the blinding tedium
Of being picked apart and dissected.
Center stage, we find ourselves reflecting hidden impurities
To the masses beneath the beacons of hidden stage lights.
I no longer wish for the interminable winters
Coated with deceptive layers of white hot innocence
For only a child is free from this biting marvel
That plagues all those in its subjective beam of scrutiny.
Trying to flee is a futile attempt to regain one’s youth-
We can only hope to take shelter in our own shadows
When truly, one can never be free of the bright limelight that glares on center stage.
