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.
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