Scene: overcat mid-week afternoon, living on the couch since 9:00am, broken remote so we've had A&E on lock, blinds half closed so the sun's still sort of coming through them but it's dark enough to pretend it's a legitimate time to be sleeping.
Characters: you and me, being whoever we want to be. We could be beautiful, really seriously nice looking individuals. Or perhaps we're plain and simple, ordinary people with ordinary lives and ordinary smiles. You might be strong, I might be stronger. One of us is bound to be a little frustrated, but happy. We're happy, and here we are.
Background: who needs background?
Plot: what plot is so be had when you have no idea what you're doing in the first place? Does everything have to have a purpose, a rhyme and reason? I don't necessarily think this story has a plot, sure it's got it's ups and downs, really hilarious moments, awkward wishing-I-could-duck-out-of-the-scene-and-disappear moments, but such is life. A plot is unnecessary.
Songs: whatever's on my current playlist, or yours, maybe we could combine them.
Fact is I don't see you in here, problem is I don't see me either. Where the hell did that person go? The only spontaneous thing I do in life is put my iPod on shuffle. Even parts of this was planned, outright forced perhaps. I'm so embarrassed. It's been so frustrating trying to work through everything alone. Some days I feel like it'd be so much easier to pretend it doesn't hurt, to act like I really have given up. Truth be told, I'm just a sucker. I want to buy into that promise that the best is yet to come, that people really are inherently good, that things will work out for the best. I desperately want what I simply cannot seem to achieve. Can anybody? It lingers so close to my fingertips, yet always just right out of reach. I miss so much, I forget it, I pass it by, I allow it to float over me and consequently away from me. What did I do, whose fault was this? Too many questions, no more questions. Now, listen... I'm listening. To the silence you're giving me, the unexpected silence that makes me squeeze my eyes shut and pray to god I will somehow transcend away from wherever you are. I've had it with trying to be friendly and pretending that somehow this was the direct result of something I did. What do I look like, a mind reader? I'm appalled at the way I'm acting. I'm so sorry you're witnessing this. I think it's time for you to go. Don't take me with you.
Characters: you and me, being whoever we want to be. We could be beautiful, really seriously nice looking individuals. Or perhaps we're plain and simple, ordinary people with ordinary lives and ordinary smiles. You might be strong, I might be stronger. One of us is bound to be a little frustrated, but happy. We're happy, and here we are.
Background: who needs background?
Plot: what plot is so be had when you have no idea what you're doing in the first place? Does everything have to have a purpose, a rhyme and reason? I don't necessarily think this story has a plot, sure it's got it's ups and downs, really hilarious moments, awkward wishing-I-could-duck-out-of-the-scene-and-disappear moments, but such is life. A plot is unnecessary.
Songs: whatever's on my current playlist, or yours, maybe we could combine them.
Fact is I don't see you in here, problem is I don't see me either. Where the hell did that person go? The only spontaneous thing I do in life is put my iPod on shuffle. Even parts of this was planned, outright forced perhaps. I'm so embarrassed. It's been so frustrating trying to work through everything alone. Some days I feel like it'd be so much easier to pretend it doesn't hurt, to act like I really have given up. Truth be told, I'm just a sucker. I want to buy into that promise that the best is yet to come, that people really are inherently good, that things will work out for the best. I desperately want what I simply cannot seem to achieve. Can anybody? It lingers so close to my fingertips, yet always just right out of reach. I miss so much, I forget it, I pass it by, I allow it to float over me and consequently away from me. What did I do, whose fault was this? Too many questions, no more questions. Now, listen... I'm listening. To the silence you're giving me, the unexpected silence that makes me squeeze my eyes shut and pray to god I will somehow transcend away from wherever you are. I've had it with trying to be friendly and pretending that somehow this was the direct result of something I did. What do I look like, a mind reader? I'm appalled at the way I'm acting. I'm so sorry you're witnessing this. I think it's time for you to go. Don't take me with you.
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