Fire by Lara Roozemond

I was reading the words I composed last night, that will be the words that close my movie. There will be a movie. I have written a true tragedy, that was wanting to get out. After fifty-three years, my pain has come to the surface, to dwell. This pain, is so unbearable, as unbearable as it was, back then. I marvel at my genius to avoid so much of it, I marvel at my genius, to own it once again.

You have seen what an empath I am. I spoke the truth when I said I need a model to look at, and read like a book. For, if these strangers, these beautiful women I found on the internet, can bare just a little, if not the whole soul of my pathos, then, they are part of  the Great Genius and Pathos, that drives us to walk that road, on…