| Monologue I�ve sat alone for what seems an eternity, wishing that the �could haves� and the �ifs� would have come true. Chasing after ghosts in the corridors of my dreams, fighting off the realization that the emptiness I feel is loneliness. What have become of the dreams I once had? Torn to pieces and set aside like forgotten treasures, Left to be discovered when they no longer have use or meaning. I spent my entire life searching for happiness, the kind of black-and-white 50�s television show happiness, never knowing where it was or how to obtain it. Maybe some aren�t destined for happiness; or maybe I have been looking for it in all the wrong places. Maybe it was right in front of me all along. ~Victoria Somers 2000 |
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