Silent thunder

One of the challenges of finding good screenplays online is that most of what you see around is actually movies transcribed into written document than the other way round.

I am watching a TV show on super humans where I just saw a guy cut through a bullet using a sword as it flies past him; an incredible feat.

Time after time after time after time, I have trapped myself into the similar situation of self-doubt, inner battles, and warring worlds within me that I fail to be sickened by it any more. I am too sensitive to ignore it. My latent talents have begun to show to the surface and its time for me to shift gears. Be more confident and move forward with a certain assertion to conquer the situation.

I am trying to ramble away my certain anxieties and hiccups. If all goes well I might as well come up with some exciting piece of writing and more importantly actually write something. What a strange state of being, you despise the idea of writing yourself to boredom yet are charmed by it. I guess it’s not unusual.

While riding the elevator today I felt a bizarre loneliness; the kind of ice-cold loneliness that pisses on you. The silent hum of the moving stair shafts, the mundane robotic announcer got into my skin and suddenly I felt imprisoned by my circumstances. I became a little unsure momentarily. I looked around myself but failed to soak nothing but lonely air. The white light of the ambience seems too dull to pour shining into your darkened room. I don’t know whether you have ever been in such a lonely situation. You don’t know what to with it, whether to regard its virtue or be pissed by it or be sucked by it or all of these.

A strong urge to blurt my anger out at someone grew suddenly. If only I had somebody there whom I could take for granted in that moment. For once I didn’t want any niceties. For most part you crave more and more for loose behavior, any loose behavior, and begin to hate the order around you. I guess that’s nature’s way of shaking you out of your comfortable couch. Nature hardly bothers about manicures and embellishments.

The supreme contentment of having someone you can take for granted, treat loosely, without too much care is the most necessary freedom. And it’s a great realization during such utter self-desolation that such a person actually exists! Just when you thought that they don’t come anymore, your mind tumbles into her memories. You feel the power of human bond.