...movie...

….a simple living room… a person continuously watching the one and only source of light in the room… the laptop screen … it is getting hard to focus…all the energy is consumed chasing the moving letters …the temptation to leave everything and rest is strong… but the stress is stronger…besides…after all this coffee sleep was not an option… …we watch the movie… we understand ... we sympathize…we feel sorry for this person…we hope that one day things will end fine and all the stress would go away… we the ones who are watching the movie… the ones who have the privilege to know the truth… but not the other persons in the story…for they don’t know the truth…they don’t try to know it… and when they do…the refuse to believe it…. …I have always loved watching movies…specially the good ones…specifically the Clint Eastwood ones as they give us a true experience for free …besides … as I viewer… I am in the privileged position …a position that no one can afford to have in real life …

….collapse … (2)

… The man with no name… no memory….escapes the guy who came to kill him….injured he went to the one person who knew him from before the accident….unlike the doctors who diagnosed him as a case of post traumatic amnesia/ schizophrenia…she believes he is telling the truth… he went to her house to take the papers he had left with her… no time for nice welcoming words…he yells “ I need the bag ….quickly” …she listened …and as she came back she found him lying on the floor… it must be the blood loss that made him so nervous….irritability …one of the first signs of shock….his adrenaline kept him moving until he reached that house…then it wore off…he dropped off his guard…only then his mind allowed him to let go and faint….for just a moment...a stress free moment….despite everything I envy him…. He found the house where he can safely collapse …

...GHOST .....

I can go everywhere … I can go anywhere… and I don’t have to explain it….i visit all the people that I miss… I go and I leave messages everywhere…but no one gets them….but this new power seems to have some flows… it is not that easy to move around… not as easy as I expected…I don’t weight much…sometimes I feel that I don’t have a material existence…what else could explain all that happens… I try to pass through but no one moves away… I speak but my voice wouldn’t come out… sometimes I feel my lips moving… very very slowly….i had this dream more than once….this is what they called slurred speech…this must be how hemiplegic patients feel… I turn to body language to make my point… but again it is useless… no one sees me…it is like I am not even there… but I am here… I just can’t break through…should I scream….should I make a scene… should I get violent… I don’t know….i am tired of trying things that don’t work…. I had enough disappointment… I shall invest all my power to adapt… haven’t I always adored the phantom of the opera… then why should I complain as now… I have become a ghost….