Heart pounding a million miles an hour. She reaches over and places her hand on his. Her glance says it all. He continues to stare at the fire in the distance. The villagers will be upon them in moments, and yet, they stand frozen in time saying their silent farewells. He knows he must protect her, he knows he must stay. There isn’t another way. He holds her for seconds more but those seconds last a lifetime, its enough for him. “Go.” he says to her softly with a pained smile. She stares at him longingly and shakes her head. “GO! Before its too late! LEAVE!” he yells this time with a straight and sure face. She hesitates, looks at him with tears welling, kisses him softly. She moves closer and whispers something in his ear, then heads in the direction opposite the approaching mob. He doesn’t look back to see her, he doesn’t try to get a last glance of her, he can’t falter. He stares ahead at his impending doom. They are getting closer and closer but he has come to terms with it, he needs to slow them down, he needs to give her a chance. That’s his role and that will be his last loving gift to her. He hears her splash into the water somewhere in the distance, Thank god. She can lose the dogs at least that way. They are now within reach, they slow down as they approach him standing there silently. “Where is your partner in crime! You must pay for your crimes, scum!” He stares at them and doesn’t move. They don’t understand, how could they, they are limited to their sad pathetic daily lives, they don’t understand true love. “Won’t talk huh?!”, “Burn him alive!”, “Let’s hang him for his treason!”, “Any last words?!” He smiles. Closes his eyes. They swarm him, beat him, stab him, kick him. His life is fleeting, but as he passes he recalls what she said to him, what she whispered. “My knight, My love, we’ll be together Forever.” That was enough for him, that made him complete. His last bit of life gives out as the mob continues to beat and attack his body. “Hail to the rightful king!!” says a person from the mob as they spit on his corpse. They leave him there and continue on to pursue the girl, but they will not find her, he has saved her with his life. He gave her everything he had and not once did he falter. He was truly happy and thankful for everything, even during his gruesome end.
Come out to meet you, tell you I’m sorry, you don’t know how lovely you are, i had to find you, tell you i need you, tell you i set you apart….
“Your so beautiful to me.”
“Awe thank you, you shouldn’t have.”
“Not at all, you deserve it! I can’t say it enough!”
“No really, you shouldn’t have..”
“Whats the matter? Did I say something?”
“Well.. look it doesn’t matter, I have to get going.”
“What? Look I didn’t mean to upset you, I just wanted to cheer you up!”
“You did, trust me. I just.. I don’t feel the same way.”
“But I mean thank you very much! You made me smile, you know?”
“Hah no problem, I guess i’ll see you around?”
“Alright, take care.”
“Huh?? Whats up?”
“Look, fine. It’s just that I’m not so sure that I feel the same way..”
“Uhh.. well I mean that’s something right?”
“Well I mean thank you for being honest, it’s fine you know?”
“Well, i wont keep you, have a nice night”
“I mean you won’t”
“So I should stay?”
sadness encumbered him. sadness engulfed him. he became a spawn of sadness. a tear fell down his face when he looked at others. he couldn’t help it. he was lost in a world of hate, spite, physical gain, and self-gain. no one helps nobody. no one helps progress, no one loves others, no one wants help. the world is lost. He gives off another sigh and a desperate frown. they dont understand him, he is just a inspiration to laugh at. people pass by and point, they whisper and giggle, they scorn his existance. He juggles on. riding his unicycle he wishes for peace and happiness. others pass him and whatever. he is sad, he is unnoticed. he is weighed down by the sadness of the world and is unable to stand straight on his own two feet. he juggles on. they pay no mind to him now although he is trying to do this for THEM. no one cares, he sheds another tear. He is ALONE. alone in a world that is full and complicated. he just wants reassurance, he just wants to be happy. but he is sad. a glare by someone makes him uncomfortable. a stare makes him wince. why is everyone so.. bleh. Smile a little, he tries, he fails. He is a sad clown after all.
In a distant land with a different time, in a setting so serene and peaceful. When a time of happiness was the norm, when war is nothing but a myth. When democracy has failed only to be replaced by utopia. A kid is born. Not much different from other kids. He stands out by his thick black long hair as he grows, he fits in with everyone around him, he enjoys his life. Whats his significance? Well you see this kid goes on to become a leader. A leader in a Utopian society you ask? If its a Utopia then why the leaders? This kid is special, he has the gift to analyze and provide good feedback, he has the ability to gain praise, he has the ability to lust for power. Others saw this a perk, a plus they believed! Lets make him a leader! Others forgot, its too far back in history, its too irrelevant to the times. Others didn’t know. They created someone who will thirst for power, the created a Leader. For what? The times were good and the people were happy. The Leader assumes control, he takes command of the people, he promises wealth and continued prosperity. He lies. He creates fear, he creates chaos, he creates sadness. The Utopia falls. People recover but are miserable. They work long hours and get paid nothing, they have families and cant fully support them, they now have to save to get by. No longer is there unity either, people become concerned with themselves and they lie and cheat to get ahead. Businesses are created. Soon after people rebel against the tyrant which they once chose as their leader. And for what? Democracy is instated. Leaders are once again chosen, ones that could lead them back to peace. That was the hope anyway. Peace has become just a word, no longer is there a vision of utopia, democracy ends up creating factions, the society splits, people change. One faction focuses military power, another knowledge, and another focuses on well being of society. Military society envies others resources and begins conquering. Other societies step up and create their own military power. World War I. All societies agree on terms and put it behind them. Lust for power takes over the societies again. World War II. Societies agree on terms again and everything is back to semi peaceful. Societies cant disagree, laws are bent, ideas are skewed. People live in panic, people live in fear, life is miserable. World War III. Everything is destroyed. Few survivors. They remember. They will never forget. They rebuild. They teach. Utopia.
2: Ok look. Tell me what you see over there.
2: Right there.
1: Are you serious?
2: Yes, what do you see there?
1: Look, im sorry, do we have to do this right now?
2: Its important. Please!
F: I mean.. fine, a chair. I see a chair.
M: What about that chair?
M: Humor me. Please.
F: Alright.. Alright. I see a chair. Its part of a set, at a table. The table is neat and organized and… its ready to have customers sitting at it.
M: Anything else? What about the other settings?
Female: Other settings? That table looks the same. Only different. Both settings are neat and organized but one is slightly crooked. They both have the same amount of utensils and salts, sugars, and peppers and they are organized in the same fashion. Almost a mirror image if not for the slight differences in angles of the place settings.
Male: You notice all that? All those little differences and similarities? Those slight wrinkles in their existence?
Female: Yes, i notice and i scrutinize. I am a woman, i have opinions, ideals, and views. Is that so hard to believe?
Male: All people have those, why is it that yours are right? What sets you apart?
Jane: My senses and my identity. I am who i am because of my ideals and my opinions. They don’t have to be right to define me.
Matt: And you don’t think your losing your grip on your identity? Scrutinizing little details like that? Why cant the bigger picture work? Why cant it make sense?
Jane: Because its been done. The bigger picture is just a repetition. Its not original. You need the different details. You need to have the Change.
Matt: I think your scared. You don’t know what you want. Your like a little kid that just got praise from an adult for going potty the right way. High on life and energy and you don’t have the damnest clue what to make of all of this.
Jane: You know what i really see? I see two chairs at a table. They are separate, away from each other. Not together. Different. Alone. Like us.
Jane stands up and walks out. They are both now like the chairs. Matt and Jane different yet the same, once together, now alone.
Everyday he boards the train, everyday as someone different, as if to comment on how insignificant everyone is. He boards the train to meet people. He always changes and always uses improv. Today he is a construction worker, tomorrow a waiter, but regardless he is yearning for attention. He finds comfort in meeting new people, he finds serenity in talking with others, he finds peace in telling his stories. Everyone he meets he greets with a different name, never the same and never scripted, thats the way he prefers it. Today he is a lawyer, tomorrow a priest, and regardless he is still yearning for attention. People respond to him and acknowledge him, some even form a bond with him, but they never see past his disguise, never see past the charade. He doesn’t know whether he is impressed with himself for being clever or disappointed in others for being so blind. He weaves one tale after another for anyone interested and yet he is never found out. Today he is a cop, tomorrow he is a teacher, and still he yearns for attention. Meeting everyone becomes more than a game now, it becomes a necessity. He needs new people, new lives, new ears to fill with rubbish. Without it he feels empty, he can barely sit still at home now, he prefers to spend his time looking for costumes and get-ups that he will present to the public. Its become his drug. Today he is a bus driver, tomorrow he is a student, he no longer needs attention. He met someone who saw past his disguise, a little girl who was sincere, who asked about his life and not his occupation, who cared about his sadness that she picked up on, who found his heart. His story didn’t interest her, his made up schedule didn’t phaze her, his lies didn’t register, she cared more about the real him. How could that happen? Wasnt he too crafty? Didn’t he fool even adults? How did this little girl figure it out? It was her innocence. She was too young and untainted. She still cared. The man thanked her and got off at the next stop. Tomorrow he will be a student, he has much to learn from the youth, tomorrow he will no longer seek attention, he has made many many friends, tomorrow he will be happy, he no longer has to lie.