Edema Rue

To the theatre, regarding treasure:

I suppose this is to you; who else would I be writing for?

But it isn’t about you.

It’s about something I’ve found.

Something I’ve been looking for for so long that when I finally found it I nearly missed it.

It’s about treasure.

It’s about the years and tears

That I’ve spent looking for this treasure within your walls.

It’s about the treasure that you had, but kept just out of my reach.

And it’s about the treasure I found today.

The family.

The people.

Isn’t it wondrous?

Isn’t it beautiful?

Look at it! I found it. I actually found it. I’ve been looking for so long I’d started to think that the treasure I sought didn’t exist.

But it does.

It does.

It exists and I found it and…

And it’s being kept just out of reach again. I can see it, now, and for a single magical moment my fingers brushed against the gold coins, the shining jewels, the riches I’d long imagined.

And they were better than I could have hoped for. Brighter. Lovlier.

Magical.

They were everything I’ve always looked for behind your curtains.

And yet,

My fingers slipped off,

And I realized;

These are riches I will never possess.

This is a treasure I can never keep.

And it hurt,

Because I knew,

That when it ended,

I would be alone again.

Alone with your curtains and your shadows and your monsters and your beauty and my failures and all of it.

And that’s a place I never wanted to be again.

But I’ll be there.

So I guess,

I was wondering.

Now that I know that this treasure

Really exists,

And that I

Can feel it,

Touch it

Find it

Love it

Build it,

Could you,

Maybe,

Show me yours?

Show me where it is?

And let me feel it, even for a few moments?

Because this treasure

Is keeping me alive.

It is water from a fountain of youth,

And without it

I will surely perish.

So…

Can I have some?

Please?

Stars.

It’s real.

Rue