Isle: Maybe the world will end up like milk and coffee?
Herbert: ( sounding perplexed ) Milk and coffee?
Isle: Yeah. (He gives a short pause knowing how silly he might sound but his voice has a lightness to it. Hope sprung across his voice ) I used sit in a tree above a young lady who drank this thing called coffee everyday. It was black like the sky at night without the stars. One day she decided to pour milk in it and add sugar. It was a small thing she did but it changed it. It changed. Maybe our world isn't ending Herbert. It's the start of a new one.
More blowing Leaves in the wind. One of my favorite things. Hope someone can use this random footage in some way.
Just stock footage of trees being pushed around by wind. I love trees and the wind. Hopefully someone can use this for something!
This is one of my favorite self portraits I've taken. I hope it can inspire someone to write or make something on it. I hope someone can use it in some form.
I ate small pieces of glass thinking I could find a reflection of honesty inside myself. The doctor though, told me I was just injuring my insides. My surgery was rather quick and I didn’t dream like I thought I would under those drugs. This wouldn’t be first or last thing I’d do to injure myself. Thinking hammering my face with rope and tape I could change myself like clay. I’d hide during the day with the opinions of the older raining on me like clouds. They always formed opinions about me. They said they knew best and I was being psychopathic. They were right though. I colored on my walls as if I was five again. I’d write letters to strangers to burn them in fire in the corner of my room. I wasn’t sure if my parents knew the lines I drew could be seen but they watched with one eye. The rest of their vision was on the other children.
I borrowed a bottle of pills I found. They could keep the bottle but I need peace. I swallowed as many as I could like missing parts of myself waiting to become one.
I woke up in the hospital. In a room I was alone. A big window was next to me facing the night. I tried to count the stars. They seemed to mate like rabbits in front of me. I wanted to collect them in buckets and create my own beach where the darkness would wave across the jewels of night.
When I lost you, I wasn’t the same. Tonight though I heard your voice again.
You said “I’d be OK,"
I’d look in my closet To find love letters To realize they were torn Pages from books I never Thought to read
The same was to be expected When I looked in your eyes I didn’t expect to see Someone that I wanted Only another Stranger walking by
(This is a short story I thought of randomly after having a morning drive. I'm not sure why I thought of it but I was listening to calming music and noticed other drivers. I noticed how quiet it was. I felt calm. So much chaos happens every day in our lives. People are moving so fast. At night and in the morning it feels almost frozen. Things have time to recharge before the chaos of life happens again. I'm not sure how to write scripts but I've love to make this a short film. I'm not sure it is worthy but I think it'd be fun to look in too)
I was waiting in the middle of the road. I kept counting to three. Three being my favorite number. I'd look around counting things that were similar and ignoring things that didn't end up in the three. The pavement seemed to be moving under me. Treadmills were similar yet I didn't like them. I wasn't fond of the exercise. The extra movement of my limbs to work out. To make myself sweat out of parts of my body I'd rather forget. I could see cars moving in a flow. A stream. They were like fish in a stream. I counted them too. I saw in their cars. A woman in the front seat of her shitty truck. I'd say it was made when black and white tv stopped being a thing. Am I over exaggerating? Probably not. She wasn't looking at me. She looked threw me seeing off to problems I couldn't record with my eyes. If I was a film bank and could see what she could see. What would I know? I wonder if she had a boyfriend or husband. She could have kids. Who knows! She was beautiful. Younger than I thought at first. Upon closer inspection of her face, I have deemed her beautiful. Her vehicle must put people off. At her car window. She was looking in the road. The light was green yet she didn't go anywhere.
Mixed expressions hit her face. Did I shock her? Did I look too much at her? I was at her window making funny faces. I even licked the window. Why was she acting so strange? She quickly opened her door and I stepped aside. Only silly people get out of their cars at a green light and as I saw her run in to the intersection I noticed why. A young man lay in the middle of the intersection. The street lights were so bright around him. I was having trouble seeing. As I walked across the pavement that only became darker. I saw her at my side. This was my body. I sat across from her casually. I hadn't felt sad since it happened. Not the sunken ocean of my fears that ate me when I had a heart beat. My tongue was twisted when I was alive. Her eyes were not dry. Then that is when I realized someone cared enough to cry. I came to this intersection to die and so I did. I died alone.
I could not count my problems in threes as much as I wanted. They out numbered me. I loved the number three because even if one left you, you'd never be alone. My problems though, they never would leave me alone. They kept counting upwards in my head.
The woman was on her phone calling 911 no doubt. They couldn't do anything now. They'd only be moving a body. I was now nothing more than dirt. For a moment I felt the sadness. I felt the lonely. The thoughts that keep you up at night. The lights around me. They didn't let me feel it anymore. I knew I'd be ok. I whispered to the woman "Thank you" I would hug her but she wouldn't notice. I walked down the street counting in threes knowing I'm on a new journey.