One

The floor drips towards the sky. The walls fall, the seats rise. With every emotion the room reacts. Silence, the theatre has always lacked. Blood, sweat, and tears backstage are shed from the actors, But all the audience sees is happiness and laughter. The Stage tells the stories, and no one believes. They ask, “How could people so dismal create something so happy?” The Walls and the Ceiling back up the Stage’s claim, But everyone that hears it says it’s a lie, and walks angrily away. The actors aren’t happy that their secret got out. At the theatres Walls they scream and shout. They yell things that can never be unsaid, Then go home satisfied, and turn into bed. The theatre could never house people so dark, So it shuts its doors with a loud bang, and locks everyone out. The droplets of rain drip on the roof covered ceiling. The Stage and the Walls begin the process of healing. The house today is empty still, shut out from everything and everyone. Though many have tried, no one has succeeded in making the Theatre and the actors once again one.