Jul 27, 2005 22:02
And I'll carry it as my epitaph.
Act I, Scene One --- A dark stuffy room, curtains drawn.
"Are you dead yet?" He turned to the man next to him and posed the odd question.
"Not sure." Was the nonchalant reply. "I feel like I've been dead for years now- smothered by the stuffy smell of an old ex-lover, or maybe I just died of boredom one day a while ago. All's I know is that this ain't livin, Charlie. So if I'm not dead, I'm sure as shit dyin'."
"Sometimes I wonder if it was really me livin my life all those years. You know what I mean Charlie? Mebbe I dreamed it all up, or switched bodies with someone else. I feel like I went to sleep one day twenty years ago and forgot to wake up. Didn't set the alarm. So here I sit today, Charlie... here we sit. Some days I think about ending it, for good Charlie. But there's something... somethin deep down that still feels alive in me. It stops me, makes me want to go on bein me for a little while longer. Mebbe someday I'll figure it out- be a new man..."
"We're old men, Charlie- ain't got time left for none of that."