Mayhem;

death is a many splendored thing. and so is love. and so is life. i love the vastness of it all, the lonliness, the spark. which one am i talking about anyhow? i like to play games, come play one with me. you won't be sorry, i promise. light & dark, night & day, we're all connected. the red string passes through us all; everyone we see, every smile we share, every decibel of pain we cause. watch what you say but stay true to yourself. irony is raining from the sky, frogs are hitting you in the face. death is not the end, and life is not the beginning. head up, chin higher. i'll never let you fall. not then, not now, not ever. to be or not to be, the only question that's on my mind.

And While We Were Here;

It's one of those films that make you think. The plot is classic +
complex; the characters, of which there are only 3, enigmatic yet
static. it's a contradiction in its entirety. it may sound like i'm
building it up, making it sound a lot cooler than it actually is but for
some reason, it sticks with me. i watch it and it makes me feel
something. i want to know what everyone is thinking: why they react the
way they do, why they cannot accept what has happened to them. time is shiftable. it's an interesting watch if you're into dry conversations, outbursts of sun and lots of room for open interpretation.

You're The One That I Want;

You know if you asked me to go with you, I would. I'd drop everything and explore unknown worlds with you. We'd sleep under the stars and talk endlessly about the trivialities of it all. It would be magical and isolated and perfect. you're not going to ask me obviously, but that's alright. maybe in another world, our timing wouldn't be so off. everything would just fit, like it's supposed to. you'd talk to me and I'd talk to you and we'd talk till our breath ran out. You wouldn't be able to shut me up. it'd be the opposite of how we are now, quiet, tiptoeing, whispering. wide eyed lonely and dreaming of home. The water's rising up, it's time to go. dream's over. wake up wake up wake up. soft waves and secret smiles are all you'll ever know.

Discoveries;

Multiple Choice;

A) "he's not mine," she said. "and i don't think he ever will be." "and maybe that's a good thing because things are never how you imagine and having expectations only ever sets you up for disappointment." "but I can't help but wonder what lying in his arms would be like," she told the sky, "i can't help but imagine being close enough to feel his breath on mine and his skin on my skin." she closed her eyes and felt the wind run it's fingers through her hair, and imagined he was beside her. "he's going to kill me you know," she whispered to the moon, "he's going to commit murder and the worst part is he won't even know it."  

B) i have conversations with you in my head. i know that sounds a bit weird, or actually a lot of weird. okay, it's weird, but it's true. they happen. i have these deep, life altering conversations with you every second of every day. when I sleep, you're the last face I see and when I wake you're the first. we talk about everything; life, food, music, love, sex, dreams. you engulf every fiber of me, your lips touch mine and it's magic. but it's all in my head, all in my heart. and that's a problem really, because i doubt you know. i doubt you realize that in the rare occasions i actually do see you, when eye meets eye, i forget all the clever things i wanted to say. back in my head you go, suctioned back into the oblivions of my mind. it's sad really; you'll never know what great talks we had.

C) and she kissed him. and it was raw but it was good. one of those kisses that wouldn't have made it to the big screen, but to them it was perfect. it lit something in her heart, a spark a flame that wasn't there before. and she looked at him, and he looked at her. "you know, i'm glad you're just a figment of my imagination. that this is all in my head. i know this will never happen in a million years and i'm glad you'll never give me the happiness i want from you. because if this tiny thought, 10 minutes of a daydream, can cause me this much heartache, pain so bad it actually hurts that i swear i just want to rip it out, then i don't dare to think what actually being with you will do to my fragile, bleeding heart."

D) None of the above.