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Enter BIRDY, in a spotlight. He addresses the audience. He speaks simply, but with a deep, aching longing beneath his words.
BIRDY:
Have you ever felt alone? Not simply lonely, but utterly, heartbreakingly, world-shatteringly alone? Like there was no one in the universe, in all those deep dips and caverns and rolls of endless blue-black space, except for you? No sound but the low throb of galaxies forming a billion light-years away and the frightened beating of your own heart, no scent but the icy burning of the cosmos, no feeling but the cold, dead numbness of space? If you have, as I am sure is true, you know this: out of that solitude will rise a need so profound your body doesn’t know what to do with it. It travels to your hands and you begin to reach out in your sleep for someone lying next to you who isn’t really there. It travels to your legs and you walk the world a thousand times over for that someone, and they are still nowhere to be found. And finally, it travels to your mind. It settles between the nerves inside your head and fizzes and sparks alongside each reaction going on among your cells. And there, in the cool dark of your psyche, it creates a message, sent out into the infinity of the universe: Please. Send me someone, something, anything. Anything to ease this loneliness I feel.
And sometimes, the universe answers.
Blackout.
BIRDY:
Have you ever felt alone? Not simply lonely, but utterly, heartbreakingly, world-shatteringly alone? Like there was no one in the universe, in all those deep dips and caverns and rolls of endless blue-black space, except for you? No sound but the low throb of galaxies forming a billion light-years away and the frightened beating of your own heart, no scent but the icy burning of the cosmos, no feeling but the cold, dead numbness of space? If you have, as I am sure is true, you know this: out of that solitude will rise a need so profound your body doesn’t know what to do with it. It travels to your hands and you begin to reach out in your sleep for someone lying next to you who isn’t really there. It travels to your legs and you walk the world a thousand times over for that someone, and they are still nowhere to be found. And finally, it travels to your mind. It settles between the nerves inside your head and fizzes and sparks alongside each reaction going on among your cells. And there, in the cool dark of your psyche, it creates a message, sent out into the infinity of the universe: Please. Send me someone, something, anything. Anything to ease this loneliness I feel.
And sometimes, the universe answers.
Blackout.
Literature
Angstxiety
I am work weak on Wednesday
in a heap of hangover and hesitation
with fingers on a phone haptically
actively anticipating feedback—
I need that why do I need that.
My angst and anxiety
is constant and courses
and throbs with a pulse
that demands concern
of a baby boomer crooning poetic
in the distance to call me antisocial, or you know,
you could just call me.
If being this busy in an age
of constant communication
feels like having slept
but not feeling rested,
I'd rather cancel my plans
like a responsible millennial
and go to bed.
Literature
Youth
A thousand burning candles
lighting up a temple.
With the quenching of the last flickering flame
the aegis falls,
and the sacred building crumbles.
Literature
just words
The truth is
I dont just miss you
I miss the person I am with you
I am different when you are here
I am different when you arent
Its not about being together
Or happily ever afters
Its about waking up and knowing
You are in my corner
There were a lot of truths in those last words
Tossing out that box of old hurts and regrets was necessary.
The problem is, there were other boxes
A friendship and trust that had developed
A bond that we didn't resurrect..but that we created and protected from everyone but ourselves
You are bigger than the puzzle piece
That fell out when you left
I am more than the sum of my parts
But Im not the answer I've b
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A great piece again. You express every single shade of loneliness in an incredible way. I love "world-shatteringly alone", and again, all those words around the universe and nothingness.
I think you should keep this monologue as it is ; no one should answer, for it is about loneliness, right ?
I think you should keep this monologue as it is ; no one should answer, for it is about loneliness, right ?