Is there a place for me?

Dear you,

I wonder if there is a place for me there. No, not the flashing lights and the golden figures–– my dreams are a little smaller. I wonder if it could be to make the circle of the lens a new home, I wonder if it could be the spotlight tracing my footsteps across the stage. I wonder if dresses would be made for me, and if my eyes could tell stories that perk the ears of forgotten hearts.
It is a dream I pursue but am terrified of. I wonder if you know how much I want it. I only spread indifference over it because of the mere fact that indifference is not a possibility. Is there a place for me? Despite the parts I turn away from, despite the weaknesses I cannot change, will there be love for me there, where I tread towards, heart precariously balanced on the swaying foundations of hope?


Love,
CLL