Ctrl+Z. Ctrl+Me.

"Just living is not enough", said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
— Hans Christian Andersen.

and what we want, we know we can't believe.

"How can I clearly see what's wrong with someone else, and then look at myself as though I'm standing in front of a fogged mirror."

- Jarod Kintz.


I just want to know what's on your mind.


Cue white smoke.
Fade in slowly.

Man in the middle of the room.
The room is silent.

Oh, the fog is making my eyes tear.
Not knowing what's ahead,
I'm consumed with fear,
for I might be dead.

The man gestures pushing the smoke away
getting it out of his face.

The other man strolls in with swagger,
behind him was a dagger.

Do you see the fog, or am I just seeing things?
It's right ahead of where I sit.
The tears it brings,
do you see it, do you feel it?

The other man inches closer to the man.
The man stands up from the stool.

Cue more white smoke.
Fade to black.


Cue farm backdrop.
Characters in place.

Oh, I have so much to do.
To do what, I might ask.
I haven't had a clue.
Now that was the real task.

The lady wipes the sweat off her face
with the towel tightly around her neck.

The man steps out of position,
walking towards the lady.

Gentleman, how can I be of service?
I'm standing here under the sun,
feeling a little nervous.
I could use some fun.

The man sweeps her off her feet
and carries her into the house.

Cue curtain close.


Cue sitting room backdrop.
Lady character in the arms of the man.

The lady is placed on the ground,
she spins around.

I think I need to disappear,
I think I need a rest.
Not sure why you brought me here,
but help me relieve my stress.

The man gestures the couch with one hand,
and the bedroom with the other.

The lady makes her decision
and lays down to take a rest.

Thank you, my dear.
You have passed my test.
You may stay here,
for you've proven to be the best.

The man takes a seat on the floor
next to the couch, and holds the lady's hand.

Cue curtain close.
Fade to black.


I don't want to know who I would be when I wake up from a dreamer's sleep.



We have all learnt to kill our dreams.


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