Friday, November 17, 2006


Lone

 
The idea of going back to the long-abandoned detached cocoon is very enticing. I would give anything to fling everything away and lock myself in my house for days. It's getting very tiring, to interact with humans.

I used to think life's a play, humans the actors and world the stage. I thought everyone had their own designated roles, with dialogues written up way beyond Time began. What i didn't know, is that the script could be ever-changing. What you received at the start, seemed to unravel and reveal more mystery as time passes. Scenarios and actions which you haven't seen, and most probably unexpected. You adapt, you switch roles. Sometimes, you couldn't read the lines. Sometimes, you forget the lines. There are times, whereby you flip the script close and lie against your conscience.

I thought i had a good script in hand.

There i was, giving a dazzling performance. I knew my lines well. Yet, words get thrown back into my face. I turned around. There was no one there to watch.

I was performing to an audience, which doesn't exist. No one know the effort i put in, adapting to the roles that were constantly evolving. How hard i tried to memorise the lines that were given to me last minute.

I was alone by myself, all the time. I thought i was sharing my happiness, my sorrows; shedding my tears, roaring out my anguish to people watching.

In the end, i was left with myself.