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To become vulnerable has never been easy or truthful. Let us reflect and think a time when we ever let ourselves be truly open like a book, without having to see or suffer the consequences which could affect the other party. People would think that...

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ACT 1: The Present

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by _wmiriys

by _wmiriys

Place unknown, time unknown.

In a blackout room with a spotlight at centre stage. There is no sound, no music.

Silence for one minute.

Character A walks in, composed, calm and tight-lipped, and stares at the audience. Voice-over plays.

Character A performs and reacts with body movement.

Voice-over:

I am today's years old,

when I realised that nothing is what it seems to be.

I used to be hopeful, energetic, bursting with curiosity about the world around me,

I was happy.

But somehow, somewhere, that flame of life within me starts to dim.

I am sad, but I cannot be depressed.

I am poor, but I cannot be greedy.

I feel attractive, but I cannot be proud.

I am kind, but I shan't become a saint. Because that would be too pitiful.

My feelings, thoughts and complains cannot be made valid, much less heard,

because I am blessed with what many people would hope to ever have.

I am grateful.

Silence for one minute.

Voice-over:

I am grateful, but I wished for death.

I am grateful, but I have a lot of hatred.

I am grateful, but I want solitude.

I am grateful, I want to be alone, but not lonely.

Character A stares at the audience, emotionless.

Spotlight fade out. Blackout.