Act. Word. Scene. WORDS

Lights up.

A single spotlight on a beautifully old type writer.

It types.

Type writer. I do not know what to say but I know I am supposed to say something I cannot simply stay stagnant because then I fear that I will cease to exist so I just type and type and type for my life I type and type for my soul I type and I type so that I will not die. Do you think I will die? I think I will die I fear the day that my ribbon will run out I fear the day that people will stop slooking at me I fear the day my stamps of the little beautiful letters will become old and rusted. I love you. I miss you. Com eback to me. Come back little sheba come back. I cannot function without you. Nothing feels right without you. I feel like you complete me. I hate this... this living. I hate this feeling this feeling of nothing. It has been so long since I have felt something. God knows, if I had wrists I would slit them. God knows if I had balls I would cut them of. God knows if I had Guts I would hurl them up and make you look. God knows If I had a backbone what I'd be doing. What would Id be doing/ I wouldn't be here I wouldn't be there. I would be somehweres over theres. Dear God. I forgot how to write. Dear god I forgot how to breath. I am so scared. I amIamamamamamamamamamamamam Help. Please. My stamps. My keys. My ribbon. My life My soul My eyes are becoming like stones and slowly chipping away. And I think the milkman is having an off day.

Act. BLUE Scene BALLS (cont)

The two spoons continue to spoon.

Spoon 1's alarm goes off and sits up in bed.

Spoon 1. Wow. For once I actually wanna get up. ...huh...

Spoon 1 gets up.

Spoon 2 lays there.

I feel so sorry for Spoon 2.

END

Act. Can't Scene. Fly

Lights Up.

Two birds are on stage in mid convo

Bird. really?

bird. Don't.

Bird. I mean, I'm not going to tell anyone I just find it very hard to believe.

bird. Please don't make this a bigger deal than it needs to be. Okay? It's not a big deal.

Bird. It's a pretty big deal.

bird. Shut the fuck up. Drop it okay.

Bird. So what do you say when people ask you to go somewhere.

bird. I just say I'll meet them there in a little while.

Bird. And?

bird. and That I'd prefer to walk.

Bird. Because you can't fly.

bird. Nope.

Bird. how does that make you feel?

bird. Sad. I feel so sad right now. I have no idea why. There is a ball in the pit of my stomach that is wrenching my throat down. I feel like I have no control over my future at all. I feel like my skin doesn't want to be apart of my body at all and it's seperated. Like oil and water. It's like there is this thin layer of air between my muscle and my skin. I feel so disconnected from everything and for the life of me I can't cry. It's like... I've never lived before. It's like I've never felt disappointment before. It's like I want to stop living. I do I just want to stop. Or pick up and start somewhere. I made a mistake. I want it to stop. Please make it stop. I can't stop it. My skin. I see it going. So long. Au vior. I'll miss you.

END

Act. BLUE Scene. BALLS

Spoon 1 and Spoon 2 are lying in bed together.
They are spooning.
Spoon 2 is the little spoon and Spoon 1 is the big spoon.
And they are.

Spoon 1 starts kissing the back of Spoon 2's neck.
Spoon 2 likes it.
Spoon 2 arches their back and lets out a sigh of pleasure.

Spoon 2. MMMhhh....

Spoon 1 then tightens there grip around the body of Spoon 2 and pulls them in tighter.

Spoon 2 responds to this by holding on to Spoon 1's arms.
It's almost as if Spoon 2 is crossing their arms across their chest, but really they are just embracing the arms of Spoon 1.

Spoon 1 cuddles with Spoon 2's neck.
And suddenly.
The timiny is perforect, Spoon 1 begins to think.

Spoon 1 puts their lips up to the ears of Spoon 2 and simply whispers

Spoon 1. I really like you.

There is a silence.
Spoon 2 tightens their grip to Spoon 1.
As if they are holding on for life.

Spoon 2 then says softly.

Spoon 2. Thank you.

Spoon 1 is slightly confused.

Spoon 2. That's very nice of you to say.

Spoon 2 is slightly sad.

Silence.

Spoon 2 is crying.

Act. Someone found love Scene. Now the trick is hanging on

A bed.

Two people tangled upon each other.

They are in a knot. 

It seems as though it could never be untangled.

These two people have been sleeping for 3098 days. 

They are so happy being so close to each other.

Person 1 opens their eyes and smiles. 

The person slowly untangles themselves.

This takes 5.6 minutes. 

Person 1 slowly places person 2's appendages gently on the bed as to not wake them up.

Person 1 kisses person 2 on the forehead and person 2 smiles and rolls on their back.

Person 1 disappears.

948.3 hours go by.

Person 2 slowly wakes up. 

Looks around.

They aren't afraid that person 1 is missing... just recognizing the fact that they are no longer together.

Person 2 begins to cry.

Curls up into a ball. 

Person 2. Why do I feel so incredibly lonesome? I've heard that your happiness is a direct coalition to your sadness. Perhaps it's the other way. (BeatBeatBeatBeatBeatBeatBeatBeat) The mountain can only be as big as low as the hole is dug. 

Person 2 stops and thinks. 

Sits up and pulls their knees in and cries.

Person 2. They're not coming back. I can feel it. 

Person 2 is alone. 

END