back stage mist

"could one realise it soon enough" says the actor, dressed in a black robe "what one dreams, doesn't have to be good, doesn't always stay alongside, merely ever, does it cross or even touches the shore" no tears, can you think of in his eyes, yet filled with trail lacking meadows, no heartful he is, in love, has he been portrayed but you can feel the grief, and ride the love lanes, but it's not always to have fallen with the character, "I hate this character, but the deeper I dive.." he's silent, as is known "...somehow, I become him" with every scent that surrounds, of him, that fills his lungs.. sitting in a chair, awaiting his mask to be tarnished a mist, without being noticed, soon enough fills his gaze, if it's delusion, he's afraid, watching beauty, as having never seen before it can be foreshadowing, but there's no story to be foretold yet