It leaves you sitting in your chair after the ending credits have long gone, it leaves you sitting in your chair with your mind wandering, about how the story would have continued, about the feelings of the characters and events that took place. It leaves you sitting in your chair as long and as far as your imagination would take you. It clouds your mind, leaving you in a state of delusion, not able to separate fact from fiction, the real from the fake.

But at the same time, every moment of this figment of your imagination affects you in a very authentic manner. Every single feeling in this realm is brought back into reality, right into your soul.

Maybe it is because some of the events in the script is similar to what you had experienced in your life before, giving you a special connection to this ‘parallel world’. Or maybe it is because you are just another person with a battered heart, someone in an emotionally vulnerable state. On a normal day, you seemed just like every other person on the outside, getting along reasonably well with what life is giving you. But unnoticed inside of you, is an incandescent bulb as your source of emotional stability, waiting for the smallest trigger to break off the fragile tungsten wire.

It is now only a dark black screen in front of you, as you slowly come to terms with all of that has just hit you. The sensational rush of so many different emotions overwhelms you, leaving you at the edge of tears. You try to figure out the real cause of your vulnerability, is it because of the lemons life throws at you? is it because of love? the loneliness? friends? relationships? or is it because you are missing that special unexplainable ‘something’ in life?

Spending more time that you ever expected, you finally dozed off to the exhaustion all these have brought onto you. Just hoping that you wake up the next day recovered although strangely at the same moment, you wished the story would continue in your dreams, the never ending story created by your figment, the one wholly fueled by your emotions.

Tonight, I am that person.

And still in search of that special something.

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