Films love to
stretch the truth…they write it out and tweak it
and mold it and reformat it until the scene has
the dramatic emphasis they want. Than we watch
it, we mold it into our minds and somehow we
expect our lives to work out just like the movie
For instance, the
action character can dodge every bullet and
every bomb; the teenager can hack and scam and
never experience serious repercussions. But
here’s the one that gets me the most: trading
sex for lasting love over and over and over
We may tell
ourselves we have, but what we do is we make
ourselves numb just a little more each time.
‘Chivalry is dead.' or so goes the song. The
truth is, we don’t really see ourselves as that
one and only worth slaying demons for.
Our hearts are devalued by society as a
whole...but more powerfully, they are forsaken
by our own selves.
Back to the Courtroom
The grey man smiles at me, sharply knowing his
power. I begin
to feel that it’s he that is the greatest
measure of what I deserve; he is all the love
that I need.
The Defendant looks into my eyes. He tries to
bring my senses back into the present but I'm
locked away insideofmy
own mind. A vision of the open meadow with the
sunlight pouring through comes to focus for a
moment, but quickly it drains away as the lies
fill hungry thoughts.
What if that meadow isn’t as good as it looks,
what if it isn't real? Finally I let go
completely of the image of the sunshine coming
through and block out the smell of the rich
The gray mans’ gaze carries me farther and
farther into a place where I feel safe and sure.
“Nothing can be better, don’t give it up.” His
voice whispers to my ears. I give in completely
to his words. It feels so freeing, so familiar,
sharply shifts his gaze from me and looks away.
I fight not to lose the security and look
desperately with empty eyes, trying desperately
to re-connect to his face in some way, but he
pretends I no longer stand before him.
My heart breaks as I feel lost in awhirlwindof
confusion and brokenness…my body grows numb.
Once again I stand lost and alone, as evidence
for true love quickly slips like sand in an hour
glass out of my hands once again, landing onto
the cold harsh floor of reality's grasp.