Wherein lies the tortured soul of the human heart?
Is it in the depths of the ocean or the heights of the stars?
Perhaps it lies in the realm of WHAT QUESTIONS?
Or maybe, just maybe, in the land of OVERLY DRAMATIC ACTORS?
Or possibly it resides in the realm of DRAMATIC MONOLOGUES?
Where the tears flow like the rivers of the Nile, the heart breaks like the waves on the rocky shore, and the soul is lost in the depths of the human heart?
A READING OF THE SOUL
A MONOLOGUE OF THE HEART