Right Here, Right Now.
There are certain movies that play to my innermost desires. I have come to realize that these desires are to escape. To run away from it all, to find myself in the journey. To sever all ties and go.
The Virgin Suicides plays to this desire. Its a story told from the perspective of three guys looking at a girl who has too much stress in her life, and has decided not to deal with it, but to run away.
She is caged by her life and stress, and desires to fly free, away from everything.
I never got away. I didn't deal with my stresses when I was first going through puberty, wich for me was the worst time in my life aside from hormonal changes.
There is still the desire to hit the open road, find people i love for a short time, and run away again. to drive through the morning fog into a new city, explore the sights, live the life and move on, never to return. To meet, fall in love with and leave too many people to count. I don't desire to screw exorbitant amounts of girls, I desire to find love in all its aspects. To experience the love and infatuation that comes within the first six months of dating someone new, and before that dries up, before I become complacent, to move on. To wake up in a feild after a party, the love of the night before still fresh on my skin and dissapear with the morning fog, to live life in the now, experience all the new beginnings and never see them wither. To live with the knowledge that there are people out there who love me and wonder what happened to me, never to find out. To find new travelers, be with them, and in the next town meet new travelers. To spend my nights with new friends in sterile white light while the walls and floor around me are caked in grime, only to drive off the next morning, having left a new friend or lover, to never settle, but pick up odd jobs, work at a steak 'n shake in some backwater town until I have enough money to move on; to find the soul of People as a whole, and leave before it can see me true.
To escape all the bonds and ties that hold me here, to be forever free to be somewhere else.
"What we have here, is a dreamer..."
-Virgin Suicides
The Virgin Suicides plays to this desire. Its a story told from the perspective of three guys looking at a girl who has too much stress in her life, and has decided not to deal with it, but to run away.
She is caged by her life and stress, and desires to fly free, away from everything.
I never got away. I didn't deal with my stresses when I was first going through puberty, wich for me was the worst time in my life aside from hormonal changes.
There is still the desire to hit the open road, find people i love for a short time, and run away again. to drive through the morning fog into a new city, explore the sights, live the life and move on, never to return. To meet, fall in love with and leave too many people to count. I don't desire to screw exorbitant amounts of girls, I desire to find love in all its aspects. To experience the love and infatuation that comes within the first six months of dating someone new, and before that dries up, before I become complacent, to move on. To wake up in a feild after a party, the love of the night before still fresh on my skin and dissapear with the morning fog, to live life in the now, experience all the new beginnings and never see them wither. To live with the knowledge that there are people out there who love me and wonder what happened to me, never to find out. To find new travelers, be with them, and in the next town meet new travelers. To spend my nights with new friends in sterile white light while the walls and floor around me are caked in grime, only to drive off the next morning, having left a new friend or lover, to never settle, but pick up odd jobs, work at a steak 'n shake in some backwater town until I have enough money to move on; to find the soul of People as a whole, and leave before it can see me true.
To escape all the bonds and ties that hold me here, to be forever free to be somewhere else.
"What we have here, is a dreamer..."
-Virgin Suicides
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