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here is something i wrote for my new script i am writing called at the moment "into the light" . I am really into ghosts and ghost hunting and this monologue takes place between the main character and the girl that he invited to come ghost hunting with. it is set in a cemetary.
There is something about this place. The calm, But its not the calm it is the feeling that something is constantly at odds with the unknown. You can name only a handful of places where so many emotions are felt. You feel it deep inside. Its something. Its what separates us from most inhabitants of this world. The ability to feel loss. And not even immediate loss, even year after year you feel it. At first you come often, every day, then it comes a week, then once a month on Sundays. Then its every other month. You slowly get on with your life. Day in and day out it doesn’t wear on you. It’s a part of you, but its still somewhere deep inside, even if for once a year, if that. When you get there, there is something inside you that drives you to remember a entire life that someone lived, that has now turned to dust. Every emotion they felt and every living, breathing moment that they had, disappeared in final instant. Now I am not going to decide where they went and are they still here, it is just that all of this, if it is for nothing, if we do in fact not go anywhere but just cease to exist. Isn’t it a waste? Did we win some cosmic lottery? Why us? What makes us so special? I find it hard to believe that what we did meant nothing, and that what we do, every small moment of every day, every person that we meet and relationship we forge, had no greater meaning. There is a purpose. And that is why I believe in this, that is why I believe that we will find something, there is an energy, and you know you can feel it. This place is it. This is place is not about death, this place is about life. and that is why I come here. ad that is why I believe.
There is something about this place. The calm, But its not the calm it is the feeling that something is constantly at odds with the unknown. You can name only a handful of places where so many emotions are felt. You feel it deep inside. Its something. Its what separates us from most inhabitants of this world. The ability to feel loss. And not even immediate loss, even year after year you feel it. At first you come often, every day, then it comes a week, then once a month on Sundays. Then its every other month. You slowly get on with your life. Day in and day out it doesn’t wear on you. It’s a part of you, but its still somewhere deep inside, even if for once a year, if that. When you get there, there is something inside you that drives you to remember a entire life that someone lived, that has now turned to dust. Every emotion they felt and every living, breathing moment that they had, disappeared in final instant. Now I am not going to decide where they went and are they still here, it is just that all of this, if it is for nothing, if we do in fact not go anywhere but just cease to exist. Isn’t it a waste? Did we win some cosmic lottery? Why us? What makes us so special? I find it hard to believe that what we did meant nothing, and that what we do, every small moment of every day, every person that we meet and relationship we forge, had no greater meaning. There is a purpose. And that is why I believe in this, that is why I believe that we will find something, there is an energy, and you know you can feel it. This place is it. This is place is not about death, this place is about life. and that is why I come here. ad that is why I believe.