There was a guy, and there was a girl. She believes in God, and so does he. Even so, the kind of God they both believe in are somewhat similar but not the same. They both love indie bands and hip hop, a wide scope of music if we were to name them all. The both are people who loved words, words and words. They exchanged poetry and lyrics in their early conversations. Besides that, they both also talk about a wide range of topics. From serious discussions on life, love, politics, beliefs and principles, all the way to silly jokes and lame puns. They got along pretty well, in fact they got along too well within a short period of time. They started to share more than just conversations. They shared food, time, spaces and to some extent they have started to share their lives.
This two person, are similar people who has failed a lot of commitments. People who had repeatedly screwed up important things in their lives, who have held themselves at a point where it becomes unreachable to some, who guard themselves strictly, who tries very hard to be independent, who are masters of empathy. Nonetheless, they both trusts deeply in what life has to offer with hopes of good endings. So when two strong people starts to unite, then comes the weaknesses. Questions like; who is going to give in first? Who will become the more mature one? Who will be the one fighting harder for the other in order to achieve both their personal dreams?
There is a big distinction between Love and Like. Since both of them are people who are very self-aware, they never loved but they liked each other. They both believed that if you love someone, you should open up and allow them to touch every part of you. Really, how to actually get there? How do they learn to love? How far will this thing they are having between them go? How hard will they fight for each other and how much will they ever give up for each other without love?
You see unlike Love, Like is temporary. You might put them as your priority today, but you will have a high possibility of waking up the next day realizing that you don't want to do all those things anymore. You just don't like them so much like how you used to. You only liked who they were, before the changes and exchanges happened. That, would result to either party to make excuses for each other. Point out flaws, become intolerable towards one another. The feelings just happened to stop, the efforts disappear into thin air.
However love, it is what makes people keep going in a relationship between two. It is somehow like a vow to one another, you might lose interest once in a while, get tired, get bored but it won't be worth it to lose the whole of it. It would most probably leave you feeling empty as a hole in some corners of yourself. So when you Love instead of Like, you will then learn how to rest instead of giving up. You will allow yourself to breathe and keeping on challenging yourself pushing yourself off your limits and comfort zones breaking your principles in order to fight for something you love.
So what will happen to the two people? Will they find love somewhere between each others skins and bones? Or will they just stay in their comfort zones and continue doing the same for the rest of their lives?
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Monday, April 3, 2017
Past Midnight Thoughts #7
That’s the problem when you fall with each other by words and not by actions, your relationship will be made up of only words. Arguments, quarrels, debates, exchange of romantic words, sharing of ideas, poetry, cursing, saying things you never meant to say, saying things that doesn’t go straight to the point and get confused, hurting each other, saying “fuck off” twice a week, saying “babe I miss you and the whole idea and physicality of you” every morning, saying goodbye when you don’t mean it, saying hello at all the wrong times, ending things because of words, defensive talks, goodnight freestyle rapping, writing a book, burning papers, cry singing and the list goes on.
And then you will be left alone, with nothing else but only words said and words read. And you will read it for the rest of your life, in all the different tones.
His Heart Says Hers (Full Script)
Hello guys! This is a full script of His Heart Says Hers which was meant for staging but, I actually intend to make the story a little longer. There are a few more parts that should actually add up to the details of the story but I'm not bothered to put them down properly yet. Anyway, enjoy this one and let your imaginations flow. If you have anything to comment or better ideas of how the story should have ended or the characters, just hit me up I'll be pleased to hear.
Regards,
Afiqah.
Regards,
Afiqah.
SYNOPSIS
His Heart Says Hers is a
romantic story of two young adults who has completely different backgrounds but
share the same thing in common, which is finding peace by the beach. the beach
is not exactly a private one, but rarely can anybody be seen at the part where
they both live at. The guy, who is called Him in the story is on a long break
waiting to resume his future plans enjoys jogging by the beach every single day
during sunrise. The lady, who is known as Her, enjoys sunbathing under the Sun
in the middle of the day and she would also sit by the beach during sunset every
day without fail. She also leaves this little box by the beach, where she keeps
her writings. For the past times they have both been there, neither of them
ever knew that there was other people who sits by the beach. they both thought
it was all theirs, alone. One day, he found the box and on the same day, he saw
her. He was attracted to her at first sight because she was the kind of girl
who shows her personality just by what she wears and how she acts. They both
conversed instantly and realized they had some kind of attraction to each
other. They enjoy writing letters to each other, distancing themselves from the
modern World and how the people nowadays perceive as dating. Him and Her was
the kind of lovers who does not confirm what they should and should not do,
what they are and what they are not. They both solely leave things to nature
and live by the moment. He knows that with her around, there’s no weight of the
World that could kill him. As for her, he became her strength and passion for
that was what she has been looking for all her life.
CHARACTERS
Him: A medium height guy
around the age of 22- 24. Reserved and calm on the outside. Smooth and honest
in speaking his thoughts, can be a little sarcastic at times. Always wear black
clothing.
Her: A lady around the
age 23-25 who has a strong personality, always go with bright colors. Loves to
write on her free time. Speak words that are not so straight forward and can
seem like a cold person.
STAGE
Two tables more like a
study area on both corners of the stage as the rooms of Him and Her. A mailbox,
that is used by the both of them in the middle of the stage. Lighting and
sound; waves and winds. Sunset and sunrise, night time and day time.
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The
usual, every morning he jogs barefooted along the shore of the beach nearby in
an all-black tank top and shorts with his eyes closed, sometimes he'd go too
near to the water he gets wet, at time he steps on broken shells, bad days he
would even run into people which is extremely rare. However, on this noteworthy
day, the feeling of the sun rising is different. He could feel the sunlight
tingling on the left side of his body like its poking him on the right places,
to the point that he feels like he could hear the waves mellifluously hitting
the shores. As if, the universe has something to bring forward before him
today.
(him): Today feels a
little odd, I wonder why. Maybe the universe has something to bring forward
before me today? Or maybe it’s just my hungry tummy expecting a good plate of
breakfast after this. Oh well.
Lack
of concern, he continued jogging until he felt his right foot accidentally
kicked something through the sands. He checks his watch.
(him): Ugh, just one more
minute till I break my latest record and you just had to mess my serenity. What
the heck is this?
He
squats down to pick up a small rustic wooden box which originally was buried in
the sands until he unfortunately kicked it out, which also had a mini pink flag
on the box which was intended to be left out as a mark. He tries opening it but
kind of failed.
(him): Guess this is mine
now, finders’ keepers.
*In
his room*
He
pulls his chair and sat at his study table facing the windows which had a view
of the beach, and checks his drawer for anything that could help him open the
box.
(clock ticking showing
that time flies) He managed to open it
after trying hard enough with the powers that men brains and strength has. He
found small folded papers, like booklets. They all had different things and
stories. There were around 20 of them. He read one by one, observing the words
chosen to be written down. Carefully trying to understand this whole thing.
He takes out his phone from his right
pocket and opened browser, searching up "folded booklets". He
scrolled and found the word used, a 'zine'.
(him): Zin? Zyn?
Whatever. But these are smaller in size. Maybe it’s a small one, like a 'mini
zine'. I don’t know lol. This thing looks like a girls’ hopeless romantic
fantasies saved for the future her to laugh about.
He
left the box and went out, of course to the beach again.
*at
the beach*
He
saw a lady in a lime green sun dress lying down under the scorching hot sun
around the area the box was left, with her red heart shaped sunnies on.
(him): Is she crazy?
Nobody comes here at this hour, in fact people don't even come to this area
other times. She probably fell from an aliens’ nation who was just dropped off
a UFO or shit, lol
he
mumbled to himself as he walks towards her. he sits down beside her, pulled his
cap lower due to the sun that was straight in his face.
(him): Which planet?
(her): What’s that
supposed to mean?
(him): Are you crazy or
are you crazy?
(her): Why do you concern
so much? Let me do whatever I want on this depressing day.
(him): Well, if you love
getting barbecued I wouldn't mind getting free food. Putting aside the idea of
cannibalism.
she
remained in her lying position, unbothered.
(him): Come on. I could
use a story, about this extra ordinary person who is most probably lack of
sanity
She
was pretty triggered so she sat down and gave him a pretty long stare that
shows her annoyed feeling.
(her): I live somewhere
around this place and I also come here a lot, I even thought this beach was
mine alone until I found out that sharks could walk to land and steal. And who
are you, Mr. Teaser? What are you doing here in the middle of the day?
(him): I am always here,
but never have I actually saw you. Maybe I have, but you were probably less
significant before. But seriously though, can we move to a shade because the
Sun is killing me.
(her): You've probably
never felt heartbreak; it kills better than the Sun.
they
both walked towards a tree and sat. she took off her sunnies and he was pretty shook by her eyes.
(her): I lost something
precious today. I mean, not that it was not foreseeable that it could be taken
away but for almost the past three weeks it was fine. Why are you looking at me
like that? I didn't fell off an outsiders’ spaceship you know, if that’s what
you were thinking.
he
smirked
(him): Wow, Miss
Telepathy. Nah, I just thought you have a unique facial features. If nobody has
ever told you that before.
(her): Thank you.
(him): So where were we
again? Heartbreak? Loss? I'm all ears if you don't mind sharing.
she
checks her grass green watch on her left wrist
(her): Hey, I got to go. See
you around.
She
stood up and walked away. He stayed and continues wondering about the imposing
girl he just met.
*in
his room*
He moves his curtains to
the side just to give a check of the outside
(him): oh, that weird
lady is doing her crazy thing again.
He
checks his watch
(him): it’s freaking 2pm,
what the fuck
He
takes the box on the side of his study table and walks out of his room
*at
the beach*
He
walks into the picture in a plain black tee. He sits beside her right side and
placed the box behind him.
(him): the other day,
remember the depressing one before I was you know, somehow blessed into your
life, what were you looking for exactly?
(her): lol I was
depressed the whole time, even now if I must say.
She
looks at him
(her): what do you care,
pretty boy?
He
unconsciously gave a smile
(him): so you admit that
I am a pretty sight to look at?
(her): I guess so; I
think you look better than what I see in the mirror everyday
He
looks away, far into the sea
(him): well my dear lady,
what you see is not necessarily what it is or what you think it is. Anyway, are
you up for a story?
With
her eyes shut hid under her sunnies, she lazily nods
(him): I come here almost
all the time, to jog every sunrise at least. It makes my day complete, despite
the other shit stuffs I have to go through inside or outside of me. However,
rarely have I expected to encounter such thing to be in my way.
(her): go straight to the
point, sir
(him): so last week,
while I was enjoying my lovely sweat in a sweet morning jog, I ran into this
He
takes the box and put it on her lap
(him): pretty sure this
belongs to the only person who comes here besides me, which is you
She
gave an instant reaction, shocked and he witnessed her face lightened up for
the first time ever. She got up from lying down and hugged her legs putting the
box away
(her): how did you find
it?
(him): funny, I kicked
it. Hurt a little but I’m fine.
(her): no. I mean; how do
you find the contents of this box? You’d be lying if you say you wasn’t curious
enough to check it out since you took it home.
(him): well, they are
honest and dreamy too. Honestly couldn’t really relate though. So its yours
right?
He
laughed a little
(her): uhuh. Some of them
has my signature and that’s what I love to call yours truly. At least in my
writings.
(him): wait, so are those
real life experiences or made up stories?
(her): I can’t really
give you an answer to that
She
takes the box and put it in front of him
(her): you can keep it if
you want. I mean, if it is important enough to me I wouldn’t have placed it in
a public place like this right?
(him): hmmm, okaaay.
Thank you. So how much do you write? Cause you seem like an expressive person
(her): moderately, no
pressure. Just, a free flow kinda thing. When I feel like doing so I will, when
I don’t then I wouldn’t even be bothered by pen and paper.
She
faced him and rested her head on her knees
(her): so how have you
been?
He
does the same, facing her
(him): I don’t really
know what to say, peaceful? I think. Not sure until when this would last but I
am truly enjoying it. You know what, you’re pretty attractive for a stranger
you know?
He
touches her shoulder length dark brown hair
(her): ha ha, that’s hard
to believe. My life on the other hand is stale. Like old biscuits, almost expired
but still a biscuit. But the beach
She
looks away to the sea
(her): the beach has
given me this feeling I had never imagined before, so I’m good I think, as long
as I am here
She
looks at him again, with a calm face
(her): I’ve been to so
many places and I have met so many people, I lost count of the experiences I’ve
had but never have I felt this bizarre kind of moment in my life. Maybe it’s
this place, maybe it’s just you?
She
smiles
(him): we barely even
know each other, but deep down I feel like none of the things in my life
matters anymore when I sit here with you. I have the two most beautiful
creations of life in front of me. I kind of wish that this moment would be
filmed
With
her hands in the sand enjoying the texture of it
(her): you sounded like a
person who doesn’t believe in sonder or love, but I think you’re actually just
like me. Hopeless romantics.
He
paused the moment to look at her, and moves closer to her side and placed her
head on his shoulder
(him): I have never imagined
I’d sit by the beach under the Sun this hot, ever. But then with you by my
side, no place is a better place to hide.
Her
fluffy cheeks blushed a little redder adding on the heat that has already
turned it pink
(her): do you believe in
love? At least after reading the silly things I wrote in that box?
(him): what is love? I
think I am an honest person in whatever situation I am in, and I also think
that I like you already.
With
his hand gestures
(him): the girl in the
bright colored sun dresses, a lil crazy, a lil honest, somehow creepy too.
Sounds like I have a specific taste in women now.
(her): bright colors yes,
but not all. Will you ever leave the things you love?
(him): for the better of
course, though consequences are always uncertain, sometimes we don’t have a
choice.
(her): if I told you I’m
already sad thinking of the thought of you leaving me, would it be logical?
Her
two hands hold his
(him): my answer would be
no because you seem like something I’d never want to lose either
(her): but we can’t be
here forever right? We all have lives to live
He
kisses the top of her hands and holds it tight
(him): yea, I won’t be
around for so long, I wish we crossed each other’s paths earlier. The beach, it
gives me peace and with you it feels like there’s nothing in this world that I
miss. But really babe, I am just a weak old soul who craves death and picks up
leftovers of hope
(her): worry not, pretty
boy. I hope the thoughts of the short moments we share sings you to sleep at
night. Time is a fictional tale of its own, but if we give it a chance, we
could both turn into one
(him): if I request from
you something, will you do it for my sake?
(her): maybe, maybe. For
you, I will the best of me
(him): can you write me
letters every day, and see each other here to exchange the love we have to
offer, for as long as time allows us to be together?
(her): the end of time?
(him): more or less,
until it’s no longer possible to do so. Spoil me, with poetry and words of
fondness. I know this request is an extraordinary one, but I trust you
She
takes her hand and brushes off the sands, smiles at him
(her): see you tomorrow
then?
She
gave him a wink and a flying kiss and walks away. He smiles and continues to
sit, watching the waves hitting the shore.
(him): damn, what exactly
is this life I’m living we just met twice. Sounds like my own movie to act.
He
stands up and walks towards home
*At
the beach at sunrise*
Simultaneously,
he came into the picture from the left and she came in from the right. She was
in pink and he, was in electric blue. Both looked at each other surprised, top
to toe.
(Him and her): Rare occurrence
we must say.
(Him and her): jinx
Both
laughed to which only the two of the beings could hear as there was none other
around
(Him): so what are we?
(Her): whatever nature is
doing around us, to us, i guess. We could even be the sun, rising?
She
giggles
(Him): you came; you are
here now. And you are in pink!
(Her): yeap, we are here.
And you are not in black??
Both
started walking along the shore
(Her): how was the past
few weeks?
(Him): ummm, hard. As
usual. But some of my burdens were carried away by the simple thoughts of you.
Weird, don’t you think so?
She
blushes as he looked at her being awkward
(Her): so you are telling
me that the idea of myself has been exchanged by your depressing thoughts,
kicking out the nonsensical burdens you’ve been carrying?
(Him): quite. Not exactly
that, but I could take that as an answer. I mean, i finally had to wake up
somehow and not for reasons that would want me dead.
(Her): nothing wants you
dead, not even death. If so, he would have come to pick you up long ago.
(Him): maybe. And you?
He
stopped walking and stood in front of her
(Him): Have I ever
crossed your mind? For silly reasons at least?
She
picked up some sea shells and walked further up and sat down on her slippers
(Her): how silly could
silly be?
(Him): I don’t know, how
I am always unconsciously pulling my hair to the back? Or just how I'm always
feeling like shit?
(Her): that’s not silly,
silly.
She
smiled and threw a little sand to his pants
(Her): if I had thoughts
about you, it would be about you as a person. Even if I could only remember the
feeling of your presence standing next to me because the past few times we met,
I never actually observed you.
(Him): really?
He
looked at her, who was still deeply being enthusiastic over the sea shells
(Him): would you remember
them tomorrow? Or next week? Or forever?
She
paused and looked at him puzzled
(Her): sorry, wait, who?
Them?
He
pointed at the seashells
(Him): These seashells.
You seem so interested, as if you’re trying to remember every parts of those
little things.
(Her): They’re beautiful.
Maybe I would forget by tonight how it felt having them in my hands, I would
most probably forget how they look specifically too. But you know what?
She
takes his hand and put a few on his
(Her): I will never
forget that they are beautiful, and if i come here I know that there are
beautiful things that I can find. Maybe it will no longer be the same, but it is
still pleasing to the eyes and soul. What say you?
(Him): mmhhmm, point
taken. So why pink?
(Her): because I want to
be remembered, as something beautiful. And to be so you have to be different.
And I want to be remembered differently on this day compared to any other days.
Why blue?
(Him): I intended to
camouflage with the sea, but i guess i failed.
They
both laughed
(Him): nah, I just
thought that this moment is special. I’m already pitch black inside, as if you couldn’t
see that yet. So blue, is not so far from black, but it is still special. You’re
special.
(Her): Don’t be special
because of me, be great by embracing that darkness you have in you. I mean,
some people are so bright they don’t even know what is peace.
(Him): so do you want to
get breakfast? I know a stall where they sell fresh fruits and cakes by now
He
stood up, brushing off the sands and offered her a hand to help her get up
(Her): that sounds
refreshing
She
held his hand and they walked away.
*he
checks his mailbox*
Its
been a few days since he did so because he was too busy running errands to
prepare himself before his departure. However, he still make time to write and
send her letters on a daily basis even if he doesn’t read the ones she sent.
He
takes all the letters in the mailbox. There was a few of them, with numbers
labelled on top showing the number of letters he should receive. He opens one
by one.
“Dear Love,
I miss you lots! It has
just been almost a week since I had you at my sight and I am already getting
dreams of you. The urge to just call you is just crazy, it feels like tempting
on sorbets after a long day of surfing on a sunny day.
Oh love, funny how I also
miss being a stale cookie just like before I met you. I miss the gloomy old
days where I get to write to make the day a little more bearable. The feeling
where I could control how happy I get by putting colours I chose on my
paintings.
Now, writing to you is a
therapy to me but having you before my eyes is priceless. I hope you’re
handling well with whatever you’re doing. I will always be here waiting for
you, always.
Till then, my only pretty
boy.
Yours truly,
Me.”
He
smiles as he walks to him room. He opens the following letters while lying on
his bed since he’s a little free on this day.
“hyeeeee!
Guess who? Me! I know my
handwriting is different in here, im just trying out new styles. I was by the
beach during sunset yesterday and I said goodbye to it for you like you
requested. It’s beautiful, knowing that some of the energy came from your
goodmorning wishes to it. I hope you shine always like the Sun, untouchable and
powerful. I will always witness you by heart. Take care, if anything, you know
where to find me.
Love,
The girl who got thrown out
of a spaceship, remember?”
*phone
on her table beeps*
Text
from him: Lets talk?
*At
the beach*
she
stands in the water and he comes to join her from behind
(him): What if I
instantly become vulnerable out there? What if these small cracks starts to
worsen?
He
faces her in a worried look and takes her hands
(him): What if I see you
in other beings who walk pass by me and it kills me not having you to wink at
or seeing you being all weird randomly?
she
pulls his hand and step into the water letting waves innocently hit their knees
(her): I will write you
letters, yes I will never stop. I will sing you goodnight, I will burn you a CD
of our conversations and my ugly singing.
(him): What is going to
happen to the lady I'm standing next to for the times I will be gone? How will
she wake up to life and live lightly?
(her): She will receive
letters from you, she will have you at the back of her mind. She will have
hope, she won't wait but she will always believe in miracles.
they
face each other and walks further up to sit on the sands
(her): we can do this the
old fashioned way, it's the best way to be fair to fate. To have trust in what
we should and should not?
(him): Do you think I can
get that life we used to laugh about when we were younger?
he
smiles looking straight into the sea
(her): whatever life we
would get, the young us would still laugh about it because its a story they are
eager to hear. What is 'the life' to you?
(him): Cliche book
endings, cliche movie endings, cliche heroic actions.
she
laughs silly and looks at him
(her): I don't know, I
don't. But I could die right now, I could die whenever having the idea that I
have achieved the life I was supposed to achieve. Don't you think so too?
(him): Of course, this
feeling is what I can never let books write about or filmed. This feeling is
simply complex, I wouldn't want the World to make their own assumptions about
it.
he
closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and then faces her
(her): neither do I, let
nature keep this safe.
(him): If I should bid
farewell at this moment of time, what would you say to pack me for the long
journey of life?
(her): It was supposed to
be a surprise for you, keep this fair, come on?
she
moves to lie down on his shoulders and holds his hand
(him): how would you know
if this is the exact moment for you to speak of words of goodbye? Might as well
allow me to listen carefully and embed it in my soul.
(her): You really want to
know?
(him): Uhuh, go. Now.
(her): Stay out of
trouble and always make time for yourself, Love! I will be waiting patiently for
you to return in one piece with a mind full of intelligence.
(him): What if I never
came back?
(her): Whatever you heart
says, my heart says the same for you too.
(him): I love you dearly,
thats what my heart says.
(her): Of course.
*at
both their rooms, he calls her phone*
(him): hi! Can we meet by
the beach tonight? Bring a lantern with you okay? See you babe.
(her): alrighty
*at
the beach, at night. Sound of waves crashing the shore, the wind was pretty
strong too. He comes from the left, and she came from the right, with lanterns
in their hands*
They
both stand side by side facing the audience, raising the lanterns, looking into
each other’s eyes.
(him & her): Till
life tells us to be apart, we could be villains babe, we go against darkness
and screw up ghosts who haunted us.
END
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
What Should And Should Not Happen
I will walk away from you now, for good. I will call just to see you for one last time and I will kiss your precious hands goodbye. I might cry and I might not, I hope you won't. I will feel like I'm carrying the whole World on my shoulders but it will not stop me from leaving the existence of you. I will turn around to check on you after a few steps, but I will not stop and run back into you. I will move on and I will be confused with all the things I feel. I will sit at home alone quietly for days and I will consume a little too many coffee. I will be having a hard time moving, or even feel myself. My mind would be blank for days, and all I can ever do is become mindless and heartless. No music will mend my heartache, nor a good tub of chocolate ice cream. I would crave driving late at night and breathe in the cold night breeze but I will not be able to do that because I can't even move myself to the toilet. Showers won't clean the shit feeling out of me, comfort food won't fill the emptiness I have inside, nor can a hug can cure a wrecked soul like mine. I would feel like the biggest fool the World has ever witnessed, that no achievement in life can make me feel a little less burdened.
Separation is supposed to be as painful as this, it should make me feel lost. Separation is supposed to tell me that I have let go of something I should have kept safe in my arms until the end of time. Separation was supposed to remind me that life is more beautiful if I didn't decide to fuck up with people's heart and mind. Departure was supposed to kill me inside out, it was supposed to tell me that I am nothing without them. Departure was supposed to be all about swollen eyes and promises of the intention of future unity. Departure wasn't supposed to feel easy and egoistic, nor should it make me drown is my own selfishness. Leaving and chasing out people from life wasn't supposed to be one-sided glory. It was supposed to make my heart burst and break, not stronger and confident.
Sadly, it had always been the latter. So what do I do now? Continue being an ass to some, and put down realness in my stories instead? Maybe, maybe.
Separation is supposed to be as painful as this, it should make me feel lost. Separation is supposed to tell me that I have let go of something I should have kept safe in my arms until the end of time. Separation was supposed to remind me that life is more beautiful if I didn't decide to fuck up with people's heart and mind. Departure was supposed to kill me inside out, it was supposed to tell me that I am nothing without them. Departure was supposed to be all about swollen eyes and promises of the intention of future unity. Departure wasn't supposed to feel easy and egoistic, nor should it make me drown is my own selfishness. Leaving and chasing out people from life wasn't supposed to be one-sided glory. It was supposed to make my heart burst and break, not stronger and confident.
Sadly, it had always been the latter. So what do I do now? Continue being an ass to some, and put down realness in my stories instead? Maybe, maybe.
Sunday, March 19, 2017
His Heart Says Hers (Part 2)
*in his room*
He moves his tapestry that was meant to be a curtain to the side just to give a check of the outside
(him): oh, that weird lady is doing her crazy thing again.
He checks his watch
(him): it’s freaking 2 pm, what the fuck
He takes the box on the side of his study table and walks out of his room
*at the beach*
He walks into the picture in a plain black square neck tee
He sits beside her right side and placed the box behind his seating
(him): the other day, remember the depressing one before I was you know, somehow blessed into your life, what were you looking for exactly?
(her): lol I was depressed the whole time, even now if I must say.
She looks at him
(her): what do you care, pretty boy?
He unconsciously gave a smile
(him): so you admit that I am a pretty sight to look at?
(her): I guess so, I think you look better than what I see in the mirror everyday
He looks away, far into the sea
(him): well my dear lady, what you see is not necessarily what it is or what you think it is. Anyway, are you up for a story?
With her eyes shut hid under her sunnies, she lazily nods
(him): I come here almost all the time, to jog every sunrise atleast. It makes my day complete, despite the other shit stuffs I have to go through inside or outside of me. However, rarely have I expected to encounter such thing to be in my way.
(her): go straight to the point, sir
(him): so last week, while I was enjoying my lovely sweat in a sweet morning jog, I ran into this.
He takes the box and placed it on her tummy
(him): pretty sure this belongs to the only person who comes here besides me, which is you.
She gave an instant reaction, shocked and he witnessed her face lightened up for the first time ever. She got up from lying down and hugged her legs putting the box away.
(her): how did you find it?
(him): funny, I kicked it. Hurt a little but I’m fine.
(her): no. I mean, how do you find the contents of this box? You’d be lying if you say you wasn’t curious enough to check it out since you took it home.
(him): well, they are honest and dreamy too. Honestly couldn’t really relate though. So its yours right?
He laughed a little
(her): uhuh. Some of them has my signature and that’s what I love to call yours truly. Atleast in my writings.
(him): wait, so are those real life experiences or made up stories?
(her): I cant really give you an answer to that.
She takes the box and put it on his lap
(her): you can keep it if you want. I mean, if it is important enough to me I wouldn’t have placed it in a public place like this right?
(him): hmmm, okaaay. Thank you. So how much do you write? Cause you seem like an expressive person
(her): moderately, no pressure. Just, a free flow kinda thing. When I feel like doing so I will, when I don’t then I wouldn’t even be bothered by pen and paper.
She faced him and rested her head on her knees
(her): so how have you been?
He does the same, facing her
(him): I don’t really know what to say, peaceful? I think. Not sure until when this would last but I am truly enjoying it. You know what, you’re pretty attractive for a stranger you know?
He touches her shoulder length dark brown hair
(her): ha ha, that’s hard to believe. My life on the other hand is stale. Like old biscuits, almost expired but still a biscuit. But the beach
She looks away to the sea
(her): the beach has given me this feeling I had never imagined before, so I’m good I think, as long as I am here
She looks at him again, with a calm face
(her): I’ve been to so many places and I have met so many people, I lost count of the experiences I’ve had but never have I felt this bizarre kind of moment in my life. Maybe it’s this place, maybe it’s just you?
She smiles
(him): we barely even know each other, but deep down I feel like none of the things in my life matters anymore when I sit here with you. I have the two most beautiful creations of life in front of me. I kind of wish that this moment would be filmed.
With her hands in the sand enjoying the texture of it
(her): you sounded like a person who doesn’t believe in sonder or love, but I think you’re actually just like me. Hopeless romantic.
He paused the moment to look at her, and moves closer to her side and placed her head on his shoulder
(him): I have never imagined I’d sit by the beach under the Sun this hot, ever. But then with you by my side, no place is a better place to hide.
Her fluffy cheeks blushed a little more red adding on the heat that has already turned it pink.
(her): do you believe in love? At least after reading the silly things I wrote in that box?
(him): what is love? I think I am an honest person in whatever situation I am in, and I also think that I like you already.
With his hand gestures
(him): the girl in the bright colored sun dresses, a lil crazy, a lil honest, somehow creepy too. Sounds like I have a specific taste in women now.
(her): brights colours yes, but not all. Will you ever leave the things you love?
(him): for the better ofcourse, though consequences are always uncertain, sometimes we don’t have a choice.
(her): if I told you I’m already sad thinking of the thought of you leaving me, would it be logical?
Her two hands holds his
(him): my answer would be no because you seem like something I’d never want to lose either
(her): but we cant be here forever right? We all have lives to live.
He kisses the top of her hands and holds it tight
(him): yea, I wont be around for so long, I wish we crossed each others paths earlier. The beach, it gives me peace and with you it feels like theres nothing in this world that I miss. But really babe, I am just a weak old soul who craves death and picks up leftovers of hope
(her): worry not, pretty boy. I hope the thoughts of the short moments we share sings you to sleep at night. Time is a fictional tale of its own, but if we give it a chance, we could both turn into one
(him): if I request from you something, will you do it for my sake?
(her): maybe, maybe. For you, I will the best of me
(him): can you write me letters everyday, and see each other here to exchange the love we have to offer, for as long as time allows us to be together?
(her): the end of time?
(him): more or less, until its no longer possible to do so. Spoil me, with poetry and words of fondness. I know this request is an extraordinary one, but I trust you
She pulls her hand and brushes off the sands, smiles at him
(her): see you tomorrow then?
She kisses him goodbye and walks away
He smiles and continues to sit, watching the waves hitting the shore
(him): damn, what exactly is this life I’m living we just met twice. Sounds like my own movie to act.
He stands up and walks towards home
*screen fades*
He moves his tapestry that was meant to be a curtain to the side just to give a check of the outside
(him): oh, that weird lady is doing her crazy thing again.
He checks his watch
(him): it’s freaking 2 pm, what the fuck
He takes the box on the side of his study table and walks out of his room
*at the beach*
He walks into the picture in a plain black square neck tee
He sits beside her right side and placed the box behind his seating
(him): the other day, remember the depressing one before I was you know, somehow blessed into your life, what were you looking for exactly?
(her): lol I was depressed the whole time, even now if I must say.
She looks at him
(her): what do you care, pretty boy?
He unconsciously gave a smile
(him): so you admit that I am a pretty sight to look at?
(her): I guess so, I think you look better than what I see in the mirror everyday
He looks away, far into the sea
(him): well my dear lady, what you see is not necessarily what it is or what you think it is. Anyway, are you up for a story?
With her eyes shut hid under her sunnies, she lazily nods
(him): I come here almost all the time, to jog every sunrise atleast. It makes my day complete, despite the other shit stuffs I have to go through inside or outside of me. However, rarely have I expected to encounter such thing to be in my way.
(her): go straight to the point, sir
(him): so last week, while I was enjoying my lovely sweat in a sweet morning jog, I ran into this.
He takes the box and placed it on her tummy
(him): pretty sure this belongs to the only person who comes here besides me, which is you.
She gave an instant reaction, shocked and he witnessed her face lightened up for the first time ever. She got up from lying down and hugged her legs putting the box away.
(her): how did you find it?
(him): funny, I kicked it. Hurt a little but I’m fine.
(her): no. I mean, how do you find the contents of this box? You’d be lying if you say you wasn’t curious enough to check it out since you took it home.
(him): well, they are honest and dreamy too. Honestly couldn’t really relate though. So its yours right?
He laughed a little
(her): uhuh. Some of them has my signature and that’s what I love to call yours truly. Atleast in my writings.
(him): wait, so are those real life experiences or made up stories?
(her): I cant really give you an answer to that.
She takes the box and put it on his lap
(her): you can keep it if you want. I mean, if it is important enough to me I wouldn’t have placed it in a public place like this right?
(him): hmmm, okaaay. Thank you. So how much do you write? Cause you seem like an expressive person
(her): moderately, no pressure. Just, a free flow kinda thing. When I feel like doing so I will, when I don’t then I wouldn’t even be bothered by pen and paper.
She faced him and rested her head on her knees
(her): so how have you been?
He does the same, facing her
(him): I don’t really know what to say, peaceful? I think. Not sure until when this would last but I am truly enjoying it. You know what, you’re pretty attractive for a stranger you know?
He touches her shoulder length dark brown hair
(her): ha ha, that’s hard to believe. My life on the other hand is stale. Like old biscuits, almost expired but still a biscuit. But the beach
She looks away to the sea
(her): the beach has given me this feeling I had never imagined before, so I’m good I think, as long as I am here
She looks at him again, with a calm face
(her): I’ve been to so many places and I have met so many people, I lost count of the experiences I’ve had but never have I felt this bizarre kind of moment in my life. Maybe it’s this place, maybe it’s just you?
She smiles
(him): we barely even know each other, but deep down I feel like none of the things in my life matters anymore when I sit here with you. I have the two most beautiful creations of life in front of me. I kind of wish that this moment would be filmed.
With her hands in the sand enjoying the texture of it
(her): you sounded like a person who doesn’t believe in sonder or love, but I think you’re actually just like me. Hopeless romantic.
He paused the moment to look at her, and moves closer to her side and placed her head on his shoulder
(him): I have never imagined I’d sit by the beach under the Sun this hot, ever. But then with you by my side, no place is a better place to hide.
Her fluffy cheeks blushed a little more red adding on the heat that has already turned it pink.
(her): do you believe in love? At least after reading the silly things I wrote in that box?
(him): what is love? I think I am an honest person in whatever situation I am in, and I also think that I like you already.
With his hand gestures
(him): the girl in the bright colored sun dresses, a lil crazy, a lil honest, somehow creepy too. Sounds like I have a specific taste in women now.
(her): brights colours yes, but not all. Will you ever leave the things you love?
(him): for the better ofcourse, though consequences are always uncertain, sometimes we don’t have a choice.
(her): if I told you I’m already sad thinking of the thought of you leaving me, would it be logical?
Her two hands holds his
(him): my answer would be no because you seem like something I’d never want to lose either
(her): but we cant be here forever right? We all have lives to live.
He kisses the top of her hands and holds it tight
(him): yea, I wont be around for so long, I wish we crossed each others paths earlier. The beach, it gives me peace and with you it feels like theres nothing in this world that I miss. But really babe, I am just a weak old soul who craves death and picks up leftovers of hope
(her): worry not, pretty boy. I hope the thoughts of the short moments we share sings you to sleep at night. Time is a fictional tale of its own, but if we give it a chance, we could both turn into one
(him): if I request from you something, will you do it for my sake?
(her): maybe, maybe. For you, I will the best of me
(him): can you write me letters everyday, and see each other here to exchange the love we have to offer, for as long as time allows us to be together?
(her): the end of time?
(him): more or less, until its no longer possible to do so. Spoil me, with poetry and words of fondness. I know this request is an extraordinary one, but I trust you
She pulls her hand and brushes off the sands, smiles at him
(her): see you tomorrow then?
She kisses him goodbye and walks away
He smiles and continues to sit, watching the waves hitting the shore
(him): damn, what exactly is this life I’m living we just met twice. Sounds like my own movie to act.
He stands up and walks towards home
*screen fades*
Saturday, March 11, 2017
His Heart Says Hers (Part 1)
*mornings by the beach*
The usual, he jogs barefooted along the shore in an all black tank top and shorts with his eyes closed, sometimes he'd go too near to the water he gets wet, at time he steps on broken shells, bad days he would even run into people. However, on this noteworthy day, the feeling of the sun rising is different. He could feel the sunlight tingling on the left side of his body like its poking him on the right places, to the point that he feels like he could hear the waves mellifluously hitting the shores. As if, the universe has something to bring forward before him today.
He went on, lack of concern. Probably his body is expecting an extraordinary post running breakfast. Until he felt his right foot accidentally kicked something through the sands.
He checks his watch
(him): Ugh, just one more minute till I break my latest record and you just had to mess my serenity. What the heck is this?
He squat down to pick up a small rustic wooden box which originally was buried in the sands until he unfortunately kicked it out, which also had a mini pink flag on the box which was intended to be left out as a mark.
He tried opening it but kinda failed
(him): Guess this is mine now, finders keepers.
*In his room*
He pulls his chair and sat at his study table facing the windows which had a view of the beach, and checks his drawer for anything that could help him open the box
About half an hour later, he managed to open it after trying hard enough with the powers that men brains and strength has. He found small folded papers, like booklets. They all had different things and stories. There were around 20 of them.
He read one by one, observing the words chosen to be written down. Carefully trying to understand this whole thing.
He took out his phone from his right pocket and opened browser, searching up "folded booklets". He scrolled and found the word used, a 'zine'.
(him): Zin? Zyn? Whatever. But these are smaller in size. Maybe its a small one, like a 'mini zine'. I dont know lol. This thing looks like a girls hopeless romantic fantasies saved for the future her to laugh about.
He left the box and went out, of course to the beach again. Whats better doing on long breaks?
*at the beach*
He saw a lady in a lime green sun dress lying down under the scorching hot sun around the area the box was left, with her red heart shaped sunnies on.
(him): Is she crazy? Nobody comes here at this hour, in fact people don't even come to this area other times. She probably fell from an aliens nation who was just dropped off a UFO or shit, lol
he mumbled to himself as he walks towards her
he sat down beside her, pulled his cap lower due to the sun that was straight in his face
(him): Which planet?
(her): Whats that supposed to mean?
(him): Are you crazy or are you crazy?
(her): Why do you concern so much? Let me do whatever I want on this depressing day.
(him): Well, if you love getting barbecued I wouldn't mind getting free food. Putting aside the idea of cannibalism.
she remained in her lying position, unbothered.
(him): Come on. I could use a story, about this extra ordinary person who is most probably lack of sanity
She was pretty triggered so she sat down and gave him a pretty long stare that shows her annoyed feeling
(her): I live somewhere around this place and I also come here a lot, I even thought this beach was mine alone until I found out that sharks could walk to land and steal. And who are you, Mr. Teaser? What are you doing here in the middle of the day?
(him): I am always here, but never have I actually saw you. Maybe I have, but you were probably less significant before. But seriously though, can we move to a shade because the Sun is killing me.
(her): You've probably never felt heartbreak, it kills better than the Sun.
they both walked towards a tree and sat
she took off her sunnies and he was pretty shooked by her eyes
(her): I lost something precious today. I mean, not that it was not forseeable that it could be taken away but for almost the past three weeks it was fine. Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't fell off an outsiders spaceship you know, if thats what you were thinking.
he smirked
(him): Wow, Miss Telepathy. Nah, I just thought you have a unique facial features. If nobody has ever told you that before.
(her): Thank you.
(him): So where were we again? Heartbreak? Loss? I'm all ears if you don't mind sharing.
she checked her grass green watch on her left wrist
(her): Hey, I got to go. See you around.
She stood up and walked away
He lied down and continued wondering about the imposing girl he just met
*Screen fades*
dir. Flying Rascals (09.03.2017)
The usual, he jogs barefooted along the shore in an all black tank top and shorts with his eyes closed, sometimes he'd go too near to the water he gets wet, at time he steps on broken shells, bad days he would even run into people. However, on this noteworthy day, the feeling of the sun rising is different. He could feel the sunlight tingling on the left side of his body like its poking him on the right places, to the point that he feels like he could hear the waves mellifluously hitting the shores. As if, the universe has something to bring forward before him today.
He went on, lack of concern. Probably his body is expecting an extraordinary post running breakfast. Until he felt his right foot accidentally kicked something through the sands.
He checks his watch
(him): Ugh, just one more minute till I break my latest record and you just had to mess my serenity. What the heck is this?
He squat down to pick up a small rustic wooden box which originally was buried in the sands until he unfortunately kicked it out, which also had a mini pink flag on the box which was intended to be left out as a mark.
He tried opening it but kinda failed
(him): Guess this is mine now, finders keepers.
*In his room*
He pulls his chair and sat at his study table facing the windows which had a view of the beach, and checks his drawer for anything that could help him open the box
About half an hour later, he managed to open it after trying hard enough with the powers that men brains and strength has. He found small folded papers, like booklets. They all had different things and stories. There were around 20 of them.
He read one by one, observing the words chosen to be written down. Carefully trying to understand this whole thing.
He took out his phone from his right pocket and opened browser, searching up "folded booklets". He scrolled and found the word used, a 'zine'.
(him): Zin? Zyn? Whatever. But these are smaller in size. Maybe its a small one, like a 'mini zine'. I dont know lol. This thing looks like a girls hopeless romantic fantasies saved for the future her to laugh about.
He left the box and went out, of course to the beach again. Whats better doing on long breaks?
*at the beach*
He saw a lady in a lime green sun dress lying down under the scorching hot sun around the area the box was left, with her red heart shaped sunnies on.
(him): Is she crazy? Nobody comes here at this hour, in fact people don't even come to this area other times. She probably fell from an aliens nation who was just dropped off a UFO or shit, lol
he mumbled to himself as he walks towards her
he sat down beside her, pulled his cap lower due to the sun that was straight in his face
(him): Which planet?
(her): Whats that supposed to mean?
(him): Are you crazy or are you crazy?
(her): Why do you concern so much? Let me do whatever I want on this depressing day.
(him): Well, if you love getting barbecued I wouldn't mind getting free food. Putting aside the idea of cannibalism.
she remained in her lying position, unbothered.
(him): Come on. I could use a story, about this extra ordinary person who is most probably lack of sanity
She was pretty triggered so she sat down and gave him a pretty long stare that shows her annoyed feeling
(her): I live somewhere around this place and I also come here a lot, I even thought this beach was mine alone until I found out that sharks could walk to land and steal. And who are you, Mr. Teaser? What are you doing here in the middle of the day?
(him): I am always here, but never have I actually saw you. Maybe I have, but you were probably less significant before. But seriously though, can we move to a shade because the Sun is killing me.
(her): You've probably never felt heartbreak, it kills better than the Sun.
they both walked towards a tree and sat
she took off her sunnies and he was pretty shooked by her eyes
(her): I lost something precious today. I mean, not that it was not forseeable that it could be taken away but for almost the past three weeks it was fine. Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't fell off an outsiders spaceship you know, if thats what you were thinking.
he smirked
(him): Wow, Miss Telepathy. Nah, I just thought you have a unique facial features. If nobody has ever told you that before.
(her): Thank you.
(him): So where were we again? Heartbreak? Loss? I'm all ears if you don't mind sharing.
she checked her grass green watch on her left wrist
(her): Hey, I got to go. See you around.
She stood up and walked away
He lied down and continued wondering about the imposing girl he just met
*Screen fades*
dir. Flying Rascals (09.03.2017)
Friday, March 10, 2017
His Heart Says Hers (Part 3)
*At the beach at sunrise*
(Him and her): Rare occurance we must say.
(Him and her): jinx
Both laughed to which only the two of the beings could hear as there was none other around
(Him): so what are we?
(Her): whatever nature is doing around us, to us, i guess. We could even be the sun, rising?
She giggles
(Him): you came, you are here now. And you are in pink!
(Her): yeap, we are here. And you are not in black??
Both started walking along the shore
(Her): how was the past few weeks?
(Him): ummm, hard. As usual. But some of my burdens were carried away by the simple thoughts of you. Weird, dont you think so?
She blushes as he looked at her being awkward
(Her): so you are telling me that the idea of myself has been exchanged by your thoughts kicking out the nonsensical burdens youve been carrying?
(Him): quite. Not exactly that, but I could take that as an answer. I mean, i finally had to wake up somehow and not for reasons that would want me dead.
(Her): nothing wants you dead, not even death. If so, he would have come to pick you up long ago.
(Him): maybe. And you?
He stopped walking and stood infront of her
(Him): Have I ever crossed your mind? For silly reasons atleast?
She picked up a sea shell and walked further up and sat down on her slippers
(Her): how silly could silly be?
(Him): I dont know, how I am always unconsciously pulling my hair to the back? Or just how I'm always feeling like shit?
(Her): thats not silly, silly.
She threw a little sand to his pants
(Her): if I had thoughts about you, it would be about you as a person. Even if I could only remember the feeling of your presence standing next to me because the past few times we met, I never actually observed you.
(Him): really?
He looked at her, who was still deeply being enthusiastic over the sea shells
(Him): would you remember them tomorrow? Or next week? Or forever?
She paused and looked at him puzzled
(Her): sorry, wait, who? Them?
He pointed at the seashells
(Him): them? You seem so interested, as if youre trying to remember every parts of those little things.
(Her): theyre beautiful. Maybe I would forget by tonight how it felt having them in my hands, I would most probably forget how they look specifically too. But you know what?
She takes his hand and put a few on his
(Her): i will never forget that they are beautiful, and if i come here I know that there are beautiful things that i can find. Maybe it will no longer be the same, but it is still pleasing to the eyes and soul. What say you?
(Him): mmhhmm, point taken. So why pink?
(Her): because i want to be remembered, as something beautiful. And to be so you have to be different. And i want to be remembered differently on this day compared to any other days. Why blue?
(Him): i intended to camouflage with the sea, but i guess i failed.
They both laughed
(Him): nah, i just thought that this moment is special. Im already pitch black inside, as if you couldnt see that yet. So blue, is not so far from black, but it is still special. Youre special.
(Her): dont be special because of me, be great by embracing those darkness you have in you. I mean, some people are so bright they dont even know what is peace.
(Him): so do you want to get breakfast? I know a stall where they sell fresh fruits and cakes by now
He stood up, brushing off the sands offering her a hand
(Her): that sounds refreshing
She held his hand and they walked away.
*Screen fades*
dir. Flying Rascals (08.03.2017)
Simultaneously, he came into the picture from the left and she came in from the right. She was in pink and he, was in electric blue.
Both looked at each other surprised, top to toe.(Him and her): Rare occurance we must say.
(Him and her): jinx
Both laughed to which only the two of the beings could hear as there was none other around
(Him): so what are we?
(Her): whatever nature is doing around us, to us, i guess. We could even be the sun, rising?
She giggles
(Him): you came, you are here now. And you are in pink!
(Her): yeap, we are here. And you are not in black??
Both started walking along the shore
(Her): how was the past few weeks?
(Him): ummm, hard. As usual. But some of my burdens were carried away by the simple thoughts of you. Weird, dont you think so?
She blushes as he looked at her being awkward
(Her): so you are telling me that the idea of myself has been exchanged by your thoughts kicking out the nonsensical burdens youve been carrying?
(Him): quite. Not exactly that, but I could take that as an answer. I mean, i finally had to wake up somehow and not for reasons that would want me dead.
(Her): nothing wants you dead, not even death. If so, he would have come to pick you up long ago.
(Him): maybe. And you?
He stopped walking and stood infront of her
(Him): Have I ever crossed your mind? For silly reasons atleast?
She picked up a sea shell and walked further up and sat down on her slippers
(Her): how silly could silly be?
(Him): I dont know, how I am always unconsciously pulling my hair to the back? Or just how I'm always feeling like shit?
(Her): thats not silly, silly.
She threw a little sand to his pants
(Her): if I had thoughts about you, it would be about you as a person. Even if I could only remember the feeling of your presence standing next to me because the past few times we met, I never actually observed you.
(Him): really?
He looked at her, who was still deeply being enthusiastic over the sea shells
(Him): would you remember them tomorrow? Or next week? Or forever?
She paused and looked at him puzzled
(Her): sorry, wait, who? Them?
He pointed at the seashells
(Him): them? You seem so interested, as if youre trying to remember every parts of those little things.
(Her): theyre beautiful. Maybe I would forget by tonight how it felt having them in my hands, I would most probably forget how they look specifically too. But you know what?
She takes his hand and put a few on his
(Her): i will never forget that they are beautiful, and if i come here I know that there are beautiful things that i can find. Maybe it will no longer be the same, but it is still pleasing to the eyes and soul. What say you?
(Him): mmhhmm, point taken. So why pink?
(Her): because i want to be remembered, as something beautiful. And to be so you have to be different. And i want to be remembered differently on this day compared to any other days. Why blue?
(Him): i intended to camouflage with the sea, but i guess i failed.
They both laughed
(Him): nah, i just thought that this moment is special. Im already pitch black inside, as if you couldnt see that yet. So blue, is not so far from black, but it is still special. Youre special.
(Her): dont be special because of me, be great by embracing those darkness you have in you. I mean, some people are so bright they dont even know what is peace.
(Him): so do you want to get breakfast? I know a stall where they sell fresh fruits and cakes by now
He stood up, brushing off the sands offering her a hand
(Her): that sounds refreshing
She held his hand and they walked away.
*Screen fades*
dir. Flying Rascals (08.03.2017)
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
His Heart Says Hers (Part 5)
*phone on side table beeps*
Text
(him): Lets talk?
*At the beach*
she walks towards the water and he comes into the picture from behind
(him): What if I instantly become vulnerable out there? What if these small cracks starts to worsen?
he takes her hands
(him): What if I see you in other beings who walk pass by me and it kills me not having you to wink and being all weird randomly?
she pulls his hand and step into the water letting waves innocently hit their knees
(her): I will write you letters, I will never stop. I will sing you goodnight, I will burn you a CD of our conversations and my ugly singing.
(him): What is going to happen to the lady I'm standing next to for the times I will be gone? How will she wake up to life and live lightly?
(her): She will receive letters from you, she will have you at the back of her mind. She will have hope, she won't wait but she will always believe in miracles.
they face each other and walks to sit on the sands
(her): we can do this the old fashioned way, it's the best way to be fair to fate. To have trust in what we should and should not?
(him): Do you think I can get that life we laughed about when we were younger?
he smiles in a beautiful way
(her): whatever life we would get, the young us would still laugh about it because its a story they are eager to hear. What is 'the life' to you?
(him): Cliche book endings, cliche movie endings, cliche heroic actions.
she laughs silly and looks across the make of him
(her): I don't know, I don't. But I could die right now, I could die whenever having the idea that I have achieved the life I was supposed to achieve. Don't you think so too?
(him): Of course, this feeling is what I can never let books write about or filmed. This feeling is simply complex, I wouldn't want the World to make their own assumptions about it.
he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and lie down at his back
(her): neither do I, let nature keep this safe.
she lies down beside him and holds his hand
(him): If I should bid farewell at this moment of time, what would you say to pack me for the long journey of life?
(her): It was supposed to be a surprise for you, keep this fair, come on?
she moves to lie down in his arms
(him): how would you know if this is the exact moment for you to speak of words of goodbye? Might as well allow me to listen carefully and embed it in my soul.
(her): You really want to know?
(him): Uhuh, go. Now.
(her): Stay out of trouble and always make time for number one, Love! I will be waiting patiently for you to return in one piece with a mind full of intelligence.
(him): What if I never came back?
(her): Whatever you heart says, my heart says the same for you too.
(him): I love you dearly, thats what my heart says.
(her): Of course.
*screen moves up towards the sea and fades*
dir. Flying Rascals (07.03.2017)
Text
(him): Lets talk?
*At the beach*
she walks towards the water and he comes into the picture from behind
(him): What if I instantly become vulnerable out there? What if these small cracks starts to worsen?
he takes her hands
(him): What if I see you in other beings who walk pass by me and it kills me not having you to wink and being all weird randomly?
she pulls his hand and step into the water letting waves innocently hit their knees
(her): I will write you letters, I will never stop. I will sing you goodnight, I will burn you a CD of our conversations and my ugly singing.
(him): What is going to happen to the lady I'm standing next to for the times I will be gone? How will she wake up to life and live lightly?
(her): She will receive letters from you, she will have you at the back of her mind. She will have hope, she won't wait but she will always believe in miracles.
they face each other and walks to sit on the sands
(her): we can do this the old fashioned way, it's the best way to be fair to fate. To have trust in what we should and should not?
(him): Do you think I can get that life we laughed about when we were younger?
he smiles in a beautiful way
(her): whatever life we would get, the young us would still laugh about it because its a story they are eager to hear. What is 'the life' to you?
(him): Cliche book endings, cliche movie endings, cliche heroic actions.
she laughs silly and looks across the make of him
(her): I don't know, I don't. But I could die right now, I could die whenever having the idea that I have achieved the life I was supposed to achieve. Don't you think so too?
(him): Of course, this feeling is what I can never let books write about or filmed. This feeling is simply complex, I wouldn't want the World to make their own assumptions about it.
he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and lie down at his back
(her): neither do I, let nature keep this safe.
she lies down beside him and holds his hand
(him): If I should bid farewell at this moment of time, what would you say to pack me for the long journey of life?
(her): It was supposed to be a surprise for you, keep this fair, come on?
she moves to lie down in his arms
(him): how would you know if this is the exact moment for you to speak of words of goodbye? Might as well allow me to listen carefully and embed it in my soul.
(her): You really want to know?
(him): Uhuh, go. Now.
(her): Stay out of trouble and always make time for number one, Love! I will be waiting patiently for you to return in one piece with a mind full of intelligence.
(him): What if I never came back?
(her): Whatever you heart says, my heart says the same for you too.
(him): I love you dearly, thats what my heart says.
(her): Of course.
*screen moves up towards the sea and fades*
dir. Flying Rascals (07.03.2017)
Monday, February 20, 2017
Contradictory of a Solitary
I probably didn't lie
when I told you I was ruined
by my own thoughts and actions
Maybe I was too stucked up
with the idea of making things up
to cover up the truth.
Like constantly saying
"all my writings are mere imagination
not expression"
or "I don't care,lol".
None of you has probably
been able to prove to me
that what I was going through,
the whole scene was reality
that I had to live with
I needed a physical black and white document,
to literally slap me in the face
telling me that I was mentally sick
and now I am recovering.
You, me, them,
we have all successfully doubted my abilities
to become a nonsensical creature
or more like an empty glass jar
with the lid tightly closed.
In all honesty,
I still feel like
this is all made up shit I put myself into
to become 'phenomenal',
what a crappy idea to hold success.
Here's a few maybes;
maybe I did love the people I said I didn't,
maybe I knew the answers
but I wrote chicken poop instead,
maybe I'm sane.
Decieving isn't it?
How she could be so real yet still so lost,
so clear yet still so branchy,
so honest yet still so mysterious.
And I am writing this,
at 3.20a.m thinking with my eyes closed,
snugging in my fav hoodie and socks.
- February 18, 2017 / flyingrascals
when I told you I was ruined
by my own thoughts and actions
Maybe I was too stucked up
with the idea of making things up
to cover up the truth.
Like constantly saying
"all my writings are mere imagination
not expression"
or "I don't care,lol".
None of you has probably
been able to prove to me
that what I was going through,
the whole scene was reality
that I had to live with
I needed a physical black and white document,
to literally slap me in the face
telling me that I was mentally sick
and now I am recovering.
You, me, them,
we have all successfully doubted my abilities
to become a nonsensical creature
or more like an empty glass jar
with the lid tightly closed.
In all honesty,
I still feel like
this is all made up shit I put myself into
to become 'phenomenal',
what a crappy idea to hold success.
Here's a few maybes;
maybe I did love the people I said I didn't,
maybe I knew the answers
but I wrote chicken poop instead,
maybe I'm sane.
Decieving isn't it?
How she could be so real yet still so lost,
so clear yet still so branchy,
so honest yet still so mysterious.
And I am writing this,
at 3.20a.m thinking with my eyes closed,
snugging in my fav hoodie and socks.
- February 18, 2017 / flyingrascals
Bag of Nothingness
Hello, I know it has been forever. Like, literally. Or maybe not. I don't know, you tell me.
Life, generally has been a thrilling roller coaster for me. Some days I'm just so quiet, some days I cry, and some of course I am the cheerful Afiqah. Basically, I am so alone I no longer know how not to be.
I have repeatedly been saying to the people around me, or write on my tumblr, or anywhere else that I have found peace distancing myself from people. Lots of people. People who I care about, people I do not care about, people I have been wanting to avoid since forever. People, besides my family. Trust me, I no longer make time for anyone, even the people who I used to drive an extra mile just to have a glass of teh tarik with twice a week.
Maybe I did find peace, but I have a feeling like it is taking my soul away. I am somehow losing touch from the person I actually am. It's kinda scary, getting used to being empty. I used to define empty by being content. Meaning to say that I have no worries because everything seems to fall in place perfectly that I need to find something new to think of. This time, it's pretty odd. I don't think of anything, I feel like I no longer have feelings.
However, I gotta admit that I am somehow a cry baby lately. I break down to pieces so easily and I think it is because I am not living enough. It could be because I keep so many things to myself, it is because I don't wake up with excitement of a new day. I am empty.
This whole idea of emptiness is slowly eating me and my soul up, I mean like I choose to be away from so many things I end up having nothing at all. I allow myself to break down so easily, that I no longer know how to hold myself together. I wish I had a little more passion in me, maybe it will come back soon when school reopens. Or I probably have to make a new me to begin with.
I lost it all, I broke my own heart by failing a few stuffs terribly. Failing in school, failing in friendship, failing in general. I hate this whole idea of me focusing on all the shit reasons to feel shit, I wanna have the drive to do things.
Anyway, I just want to say that I miss everything and everyone. Say hi if you see me, because I might be too blinded walking through the road not seeing anything else besides going to a place where I can be alone again. Who knows you might give me the spark that I have been missing this whole time.
Bubye.
Life, generally has been a thrilling roller coaster for me. Some days I'm just so quiet, some days I cry, and some of course I am the cheerful Afiqah. Basically, I am so alone I no longer know how not to be.
I have repeatedly been saying to the people around me, or write on my tumblr, or anywhere else that I have found peace distancing myself from people. Lots of people. People who I care about, people I do not care about, people I have been wanting to avoid since forever. People, besides my family. Trust me, I no longer make time for anyone, even the people who I used to drive an extra mile just to have a glass of teh tarik with twice a week.
Maybe I did find peace, but I have a feeling like it is taking my soul away. I am somehow losing touch from the person I actually am. It's kinda scary, getting used to being empty. I used to define empty by being content. Meaning to say that I have no worries because everything seems to fall in place perfectly that I need to find something new to think of. This time, it's pretty odd. I don't think of anything, I feel like I no longer have feelings.
However, I gotta admit that I am somehow a cry baby lately. I break down to pieces so easily and I think it is because I am not living enough. It could be because I keep so many things to myself, it is because I don't wake up with excitement of a new day. I am empty.
This whole idea of emptiness is slowly eating me and my soul up, I mean like I choose to be away from so many things I end up having nothing at all. I allow myself to break down so easily, that I no longer know how to hold myself together. I wish I had a little more passion in me, maybe it will come back soon when school reopens. Or I probably have to make a new me to begin with.
I lost it all, I broke my own heart by failing a few stuffs terribly. Failing in school, failing in friendship, failing in general. I hate this whole idea of me focusing on all the shit reasons to feel shit, I wanna have the drive to do things.
Anyway, I just want to say that I miss everything and everyone. Say hi if you see me, because I might be too blinded walking through the road not seeing anything else besides going to a place where I can be alone again. Who knows you might give me the spark that I have been missing this whole time.
Bubye.
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