We all have a perspective
Theories about various things
Situations.
People.
We assess situations in a random partially interested way.
Pick up what we like about it -
And then give up all our life in fabricating a half witted elucidation of it.
Eventually it's to hell with reality all together and we start weaving fiction in our delusional head.
And it's not just one person.
That's why "we"
Its pretty much everyone.
The pretty ones
The smart ones
The self loathing ones
The narcissists-
And tear down a little
And then build again
Tear and build
Tear and build
And what with all this psychological construction and demolition,
We wake up one day and we've completely lost track of what’s really going on??
Given it up for whatever movie script our mind was writing for us.
Our idealistic, captivating movie script.
Idealistic is not necessarily the happy us.
Your movie.
Your vision.
Like those fight scenes in The Matrix where they grew hair and wore cool sunglasses and suits.
Okay, I killed it!!!
Anyway..
It’s all fine when it’s restricted to your head.
But, what do you do, when your personal libretto becomes an hindrance to the true story?
Which is what happens most of the time.
We don’t know when we should put the commas, the semi colons, the exclamation marks, the hyphens…
And we nearly never know when or what calls for a full stop
So we live, live in this cyclical tizzy, over emphasizing, under emphasizing and in some cases, forgetting the emphasis altogether
Have you ever had a moment where you knew the only one who could change the ending was you?
The only person that could put an end to long sighs, short breaths, sleepless nights – that person was you?
And still you paused, pen in hand, hurting, confused and full of things you didn’t know you could feel
And the pen stayed in your hand, as you hesitated over and over and over again to just put the full stop?
You questioned, you exclaimed, you underlined
But you didn’t put that one tiny little dot
There are Lexis we hear and words we write
There are thoughts we think and feelings that make us wince
There are songs we hear, again and again, until the words are ingrained in our brain
Songs that play even without the music
Songs we hear over and over, shutting eyelashes tight over watery eyes,
Songs we hear, wincing at what we feel, at what they make us think
Songs we hear, sometimes even hating them, their lyrics, the way we suffer when they pick up
My song is picking up now and it’s tragic and kind of ridiculous,
I find them better than drawing scars.
Albus Dumbledore: Now, I must ask you this Harry, one last time, is there something you wish to tell me?
Harry Potter: You see Sir, I couldn't help wondering, that Lord Voldemort and I have many similarities.
Albus Dumbledore: Harry, do you know why you speak Parsel tongue? Because Lord Voldemort could speak Parsel tongue too. And I believe that,the night when Lord Voldemort gave you that scar, he also gave you some of his powers.
Albus Dumbledore: Not intentionally, but, Ahh yes.
Albus Dumbledore: Ah! yes. You possess most of the qualities of Lord Voldemort. Determination. Resourcefulness. And mind you when I say, a nerve to break rules too.
Albus Dumbledore: Exactly Harry. Exactly...


good one..!!
ReplyDeletethe harry potter and the matrix part killed it, but loved it... more of commas from now on .. :D
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