Read if you dare.
This is not about me by the way. Granted some of my views are expressed in it. Otherwise I think it's good but I always think my ideas are good. Still don't have a plot. Just an opening scene.
Title Credits and Film Title with voice-over as the only audio. (Inspired by a poem by Amanda Mclellan)
Voice-Over
I think in watercolor and my dreams have soundtracks. I hear poems in the water pipes. The only thing that I like about my body is my eyes and my eyes don't work. Hearts are prettier sideways and people are prettier when you tip them upside down…when you shake out their pockets and untie their shoes and wipe off their make up so the darkness shows beneath their eyes.
An 18-year-old boy stands on stage in Birkenstocks and a plain white t-shirt. He is gangly, bespectacled, and is looking at the ground. He steps off the stage, walks to the rear of the building passing between tables and people and walks out the door. A girl of approximately the same age runs out of the building and catches up with him about a block down the road. She grabs his shoulder turns him around and kisses him. He pushes her off and leaves her on the corner.
Voice-Over
The melancholy life of a poet. I live and breath and sleep in constant inspiration. My family inspires me to write about a troubled home. My girlfriend inspires me to write about heartbreak. My work and school performance inspire me to write about the worthlessness I feel in dead-end activities that will inevitably end leaving me no better then when I started. However, the most inspirational feeling is my loss of faith in humanity. Everyday we see violence all around us. Who would the parents blame? Television. Who would the media blame? Celebrities. Who would celebrities blame? Their lifestyles, which people have set upon them by placing them on the pedestals they occupy by choice.
We are the problem. The world is better without us and without our insignificance pestering and destroying the earth we‘ve been granted. Our petty differences leading to war. Our fights over land which we hold no right to but what is given us by other men. The Palestinians and the Israelis or the Pakistanis and the Indians. They fight on the principle that it was theirs first. We would punish our children for this same offense but we allow the people running the world to justify the deaths of thousands because “we were there first.” The only way to stop this madness is to break down the borders. Break the walls which separate the Americans and the Canadians or Mexicans, the borders that separate the French from the German or the Spanish, tear down the walls between Iraq and Iran. Only by doing this and becoming a solitary people can we stop the pettiness which has taken us over. We call them wars but they could better be defined as squabbles.
However, even if the borders were broken down to eliminate the paltry squabbling between nations, we cannot change the world until each person can stop being concerned with the insignificant things. Until the man at the counter at Dunkin Donuts stops complaining about his fifteen cents change we cannot change. Until the 15 year old girl can stop waking up at 4 Am to do her hair before school we cannot change. Until small claims courts and Judge Judy are obliterated we cannot change. “Roll with the punches.” “Take it easy.” “Calm, cool, and collected.” “Let it slide.” Until every person can make these aforementioned phrases their guides we cannot change.
Peace in the Middle East? Never. Until the Palestinians can pull the bombs off of their chests and concentrate on what they have, as opposed to what Israel stole from them, we will not change. Take the step? Take the step. In order to change the world we must all just chill out. John Lennon would have wanted it that way. (We’ll think of something camera-wise to go behind this.)