To be Nothing

Here in this place, it holds memories.
Here is where writers create the lives that actors live
It holds the sands of time, the beginning and the end and in itself- it holds life
This unmistakable, undeniable virtue that comes forward is a breath of fresh air.
Yet in that air we take in Pandora’s box- we feel that chaos and destruction yet in our own human way we envy the process of it- to be so…free.
Freedom is such a funny concept that we’ve been fighting for in the name of god, religion and the Queen.
Yet this place holds all of that. It’s been a million things- only to be nothing
This place built on the ideas of love and philosophy- but to what degree?
This place built for us sits alone
A waiting the day when Julius Caesar, King William the 3rd or any other noble wise man graces it with its presents.
On this stage that lights will glisten like the thousand stars reflecting from the sea. Yet here in it is everything so it can be nothing.