So I am watching the movie "Rosewater" in the middle of the night.
http://youtu.be/rFl7Aex-FN4
Watching a prisoner dance in his cell, arms raised, turning, spinning, stumbling, laughing to himself, in his cell. while his interrogator watches him on the monitor, thinking, he must have gone mad. After this painful interrogation, to be dancing in his cell...
And I feel this is me. I am this prisoner, imprisoned in a strange place, not knowing why I am here, uncertain when I will get out, and yet- dancing. laughing madly, smiling to myself. The strange places life takes us while we stumble along, precariously, barely knowing where we are headed nor why we are here, and yet, trying to make the best of it. surviving, yes, but also, enjoying the small moments life gives us, unexpectedly, at the worst of times.
I travel. I travel and I seek. These moments, happiness coming when I am off guard, breathing in the fragrance of flowers, somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, where the tediousness of daily life cannot follow me. Me, the prisoner of life, me, born into nothing, floating suspended, like a butterfly, between darkness and light, ready at all times, to fade into darkness or to dance, suddenly, in a ray of light, laughing about nothing, like a madman.
I miss P., he hates me now and won't speak to me, at some twist of events that is the fault of neither of us.. He ended like this prisoner, in the movie, I met him after his release, and he was my soulmate, somehow, for almost three years. He had that same daredevil approach to life, he was not afraid, and I loved that. And like me, a prisoner of circumstance. One day I said:" I want to apologize, that I have never listened to your whole story..." And he liked that. I miss him... He helped me understand so much, about how we can be strong, by an act of will, an unbroken spirit... If I could see him, I would bring him another gift, like last time, hidden....
http://youtu.be/rFl7Aex-FN4
Watching a prisoner dance in his cell, arms raised, turning, spinning, stumbling, laughing to himself, in his cell. while his interrogator watches him on the monitor, thinking, he must have gone mad. After this painful interrogation, to be dancing in his cell...
And I feel this is me. I am this prisoner, imprisoned in a strange place, not knowing why I am here, uncertain when I will get out, and yet- dancing. laughing madly, smiling to myself. The strange places life takes us while we stumble along, precariously, barely knowing where we are headed nor why we are here, and yet, trying to make the best of it. surviving, yes, but also, enjoying the small moments life gives us, unexpectedly, at the worst of times.
I travel. I travel and I seek. These moments, happiness coming when I am off guard, breathing in the fragrance of flowers, somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, where the tediousness of daily life cannot follow me. Me, the prisoner of life, me, born into nothing, floating suspended, like a butterfly, between darkness and light, ready at all times, to fade into darkness or to dance, suddenly, in a ray of light, laughing about nothing, like a madman.
I miss P., he hates me now and won't speak to me, at some twist of events that is the fault of neither of us.. He ended like this prisoner, in the movie, I met him after his release, and he was my soulmate, somehow, for almost three years. He had that same daredevil approach to life, he was not afraid, and I loved that. And like me, a prisoner of circumstance. One day I said:" I want to apologize, that I have never listened to your whole story..." And he liked that. I miss him... He helped me understand so much, about how we can be strong, by an act of will, an unbroken spirit... If I could see him, I would bring him another gift, like last time, hidden....
