*passing through unconscious states when i awoke i was on the highway
when a girl's confused she writes
and lets her words flood the blank sheet of paper
she lets out all the contents of the box inside her chest and do not mind them fighting for space with the other words already littering the now smudged piece of paper
her confusion tries to dissolve and morph into something else
sadness takes the form of a solitary declaration: lost
tiredness keeps on bouncing everywhere off the paper like a child eating her nth bar of chocolate and having sugar rush also for the nth time
the hand does not stop from doling out words that should've been disposed a long time ago
vowels and consonants strung together that formed feelings are untangled
jumbled
jumbled
jumbled
let them be
so weary from containing them long enough
tonight there are no inhibitions
no hang-ups
no modesty and restraint
let the words get violent
a riot has long been brewing
let it be tonight
i hate you
yes you, you whose sense of comprehension is shackled inside a four corner box
there is no redemption for someone who only sees his side of the story
whose ears are deaf from other sounds except his own
i need to take a break from you
you know you mean nothing to me
but
i have to deal with you
because i have to
choice has left the building and didn't leave an address i could seek
i am stuck with you in the meantime
i don't
like
you
today
i can not
like
you
today
i have to
not
like
you
today
today and tomorrow and probably the next day
guess it's much better this way
i have to be done with you
i don't want to [yet]
but misery has an expiration date stamped on the bottom of the can
better check it out before it's too late
and i get poisoned from swallowing a large chunk of grief whose lifespan has reached its conclusion
happiness is a promdi lass lost in the big city
the ray of sunshine that her mother bid her with has been misplaced along the way
despair welcomes anyone with open arms
the pair of knives on both hands on the ready
waiting to stab where it knows you will swiftly bleed
tonight the words threaten to leave the paper
planning to jump off and hitch a hike with the wind so they could reach their destinations
tonight the words will dissipate with the rain
and let the monsoon drops deliver them to their destinations
in the doorstep of the people meant to hear about them words that have been kept silent for a very long time
tonight the words will be violent and take over
*from death cab for cutie's a movie script ending