aditi's simple thoughts (original)

New Blog - of the same name as this - which will have all the posts this does, and combines my other blog, along with other ideas I've had and wanted to share: aditi's simple thoughts - new

“EVERY LITTLE THING” FADE IN: SCENE I: INT. - FAMILY DINING ROOM We see AMANDA, an average woman with shoulder-length auburn hair and serious eyes, struggling to keep her children, JACOB (7 years old), and MADDIE (5 years old), in check. Her husband, JOHN (brunette with broad shoulders), eats wordlessly. AMANDA Maddie, put the doll away! No, she can’t eat with you; and she’ll be put away for the rest of the year if you don’t keep her away now! No arguments! Jacob, for the love of God, put your shirt back on. Amanda SIGHS heavily. Maddie reluctantly puts her doll away and sits down angrily. Jacob appears, shirt back on, with his baseball bat, and starts going around randomly hitting objects, including the table and a chair. Amanda pulls the baseball bat out of Jacob’s hand, tossing it away. It lands with a CLANG. Amanda then roughly pulls a worn-looking chair out from the table; it makes a violent SCREECHING noise. She wordlessly points to the seat. Jacob, after

Every life is a story Waiting to be written Every page turned is a memory We can look back at And as we keep flipping through this book More details appear before us In this book, every sentence is a second A record of a feeling long since gone The sentences add up Filling in the pages that are still blank Marking the time we have existed As the clock keeps ticking We do not know what the next page holds But we have Our collection from before And throughout this life The only thing we can call our own  Are those pages we keep in our mind Our pages are limited, yet our stories are untold We must make the most out of them  Because someday, when our books are completed And we are not there to read them These aging bound pages Will be all that is left of us

Fear We keep it to ourselves Even as it plagues us in our slumber Even when it rises with the morning sun Anger We explode with our emotions An uncontrollable reality Of what we can become Rumination Fruitless nights spent on thoughts that collide A tendency to look At the half-empty glass And you ask why I can't sleep?

Mirror mirror Covered in blood Tell me your secrets Tell me your sins Forever changing  Illusions rearranging  All is fair in love and war And this is a bit of both Mirror mirror Hidden in smoke Tell me your secrets Tell me your sins Fractured path of silver and gold Don't make me choose which to follow Peace of mind; once a reality Now visits in the sweetest of dreams Mirror mirror On the wall Who, truly is The fairest of us all?

I walk afraid Of the future And what it holds I walked haunted By the past And the stories untold I walk timidly In the present Broken eggshells flaked with gold I walk Forevermore On this road With no end With no beginning