No fixed location nor time.
There is a bright red leather two-seater sofa set at backstage-left, and a standing lamp next to the sofa.
Blackout.
Character C is on stage and sat on the sofa. Character C turns on the lamp light, and the room slowly lit up with a warm hue.
Voice-over:
My being has no meaning.
I am merely born based on a decision of two human beings
Which we termed them as our parents, or father and mother.
Technically, our life is not ours to choose
because without predecessors, there would be no heirs.
And then, there would be no future.
There is no need for hobbies nor interests
when it will eventually be taken away from you.
New visions, new purposes will be assigned to us,
to complete and fulfil,
for the unrealised and broken dreams.
For too long and too little, I have lived and thought
that writing this love letter for the world is for naught.
Because it will never be submitted, given or read,
No one will know of its existence nor pain.
I quoted;
In this world where kindness is scarce and hope are tested,
and where all the good people and humble citizens are already long dead.
Trees are burning, and feeling are depressed,
The sky is polluted, so the stars can't be met.
Words are delivered but never heard,
'cause no one cares to bother because of fear.
Times have changed and competitions harden,
what we once known of yesterday was forgotten;
yet what we know of present is strangely foreign,
and still, no one is here for a reason.
We leave our footprints for our children,
and still we, self-centred, wouldn't listen.
Silence for one minute.
Voice-over:
My existence has no purpose,
my being has no meaning.
My dreams and passion were stolen from me,
my spirit and soul sweeping.
Many times, I begged, swear, and prayed,
even I think I turned deranged.
But who is gone to save me,
only I who knows myself can.
Silence for one minute.
Character C turns off the lamp lights, and the room fades to black.
Blackout.
TheEnd!
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Heart-felt Confession
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