Old Souls

In the time of the classics

their thoughts coursed

multiplied

fed on themselves

and intertwined

under the stars

they mingled

realizing the reflection

in the face

of the other

in the time of the classics

together they talked of gods

worlds

stars

met by their eyes

in the blackness

their eyes

in the time of the classics

boundaries

like running watercolors

never bleeding

but becoming art

reflected

by the stars

stars

that absorbed them

their essence

their eyes

absorbed by the stars

in the time of the classics.

Seriously. Slackin.

I cannot  believe that I haven't posted about Les Mis yet.

Can. Not. Believe.

I just don't feel like I've had the proper amount of time to write about it yet. If I rush myself, I won't do the show any justice.

Maybe tomorrow.

In the meantime, did you know that tuna and refried beans make a terrible snack?

And that if you play a witch, no little children want to say hi to you after the show?

Well now you know.

A Week Later

And I still have not given you all an extensive review of Les Mis.

I'm a little disappointed in myself.

I'll try and get that up tomorrow. Save myself from my shame.

By the way... it was awesome.