Highway

Another monologue of my screen play “June”. This time performed by me. Feedback is appreciated. 🙂

I am so tired.
I am so tired of running around in this faceless world.
Like life has this ongoing noise. Do you know it?
It’s like a highway stuck in my head.
Cars are constantly driving by.
Can you hear that noise?
You know what else is really crazy? How do I put this?
Like – sometimes I go n the subway – I go on and look around and I get scared -because everyone I am looking at, has his or her own story.
Like there are so many stories out there.
That makes about 40 stories in one wagon right? Or 50 or 100 – I don’t know.
So many stories about dramatizing events, about abusive family members, about tears you cry over a stupid boy or a stupid girl. There is so much pain – on one tiny subway.
This is so mind blowing.
And you know what? There are so many humans I will never meet.
So many humans I’ll never get to know – and I don’t even know who I am.
Who am I?
And why do I ask myself these questions?
There is so much pain in the world. And I can feel it all – so much pain.
It’s so exhausting. So exhausting.
So how about your pack your own lunch today? Just once?

When I’m with you I turn all shades of pink.

Another part of my screen play.

I’m okay. „I’m okay“ – she said, whispering in her bright yellow wool scarf.

Her skin tone is in the middle of peach and sun kissed brown and her eyes are green. But not a really nice green, more like a greyish kind of tone, that would perfectly blends in with too long cooked broccoli. You know, she hast that thing about herself. She shines, but you can’t see it until you let yourself fall into her crazy beautiful aura.

I was in love once, but it didn’t go so well. You know. Someone cheated, the other one cried, threw a fork, broke some furniture. The usual.

Love is a weird thing to think about. But I’m not a poet; I am not a philosopher or a doctor. I am just me. And I know that I really like this girl, who smiles at me, who eats avocado in the school bus every morning and who smells like…a mixture of gasoline and roses.

Don’t worry, I am not a weird stalker.

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