Hmm
A monologue, it’s a prolonged talk or discourse by a single speaker... especially one dominating or monopolizing a conversation, it can be any composition such as a poem on a page, out loud to an audience of one, a song, a note... it is that in which a single person speaks alone. A monologue is part of a drama in which a single actor speaks alone.
A soliloquy.
I’m here sitting at my window... I’m thinking... and watching the rain. I hate the rain... It reminds me of crying in my mother’s arms.
When was the last time I thought of home? of my friends? How long has it been?
What is this feeling that is consuming me?
Is it grief? but I am happy, right? I have friends, I have those that care about me. I can’t complain about being cold or hungry. I’m luckier than most. However I can’t place this feeling. Something is off.
I suppose it is a strange planet, with aliens... well I am more of the alien here. I hear of others... but the truth in that, I have no idea. Perhaps it’s only fluff to fill my ears and calm me down. I’d like to believe, maybe I wouldn’t miss home so much.
Maybe I just feel lonely... I wish I could write home... or even call, let my mother know I’m doing alright, that everything is just fine, but is it really that fine... I want a hug, to hug another human. I miss that soft feeling, the warmth that is given off...
I’m going to have to scrap those dreams, they wont happen now. Not here. My chances... they seem slim to none. I can’t pin my hopes. I would probably get killed first... As much as I try to blend in, someone will always find out. I know that now.
I wish I could forget the sting... and the crack... the sting, the crack... time has passed but... but I dream of it every night and waking up every morning with a wet pillow and a tear stained face...
I tell them I can’t remember in hopes it would go away.
In a monologue, does the actor come to a conclusion? Do they learn something? Is a secret revealed that I get to learn and grow from.
These would be just secrets and musings in my head. To even whisper my hopes and dreams out loud and know... know that it can’t... it would be too real. I’d hate to see it become impossible.
To say a word... it make everything too real. Let me keep dreaming.