And I’m Brad Pitt

This story is just a usual story. A regular story about guys and girls. A guy and a girl in particular. They could be anyone. Look around you. To your left. To your right. Now look in the mirror. That’s right. Stare right into those eyes who are staring back at you. They could be you too.

They could be anyone, and no one. And that was what’s so beautiful about them. They could pretend like they were the only two people that God ever intended to create on this planet we call home, but they could also pass each other on an empty street and not even look at the other, even though their bodies knew the other was just a breath away.

They were intense, yet hollow.
They were fire, yet a snow storm.
Burning up to their desires, arctic cold to their souls.

Honestly, they both were full of shit. That’s what I think about them. And about every other guy and girl who think they are the special one.

Sure. Why not?
And I’m Brad Pitt.

 

 

PS: How’s this for the beginning of a Novella people?

Fight Club

The breaths are heavy,

But mind is light,

Beats are fast,

From the fight,

Blood rushing down,

All over the face,

Cuts in pride,

With no disgrace,

Legs crying aloud,

Never been so lame,

Hands on their own,

I couldn’t even tame,

Everything settled,

But nothing is same,

Mind satisfied,

Even without any fame,

Its worth everything,

Though just a game,

Living as hard I can,

The day may never come again…

Hit in the mouth,

The sound of cheer,

Better than any stripper,

With a glass full of beer,

Nothing to lose,

And nothing to gain,

Materialistic possessions,

All in vain,

The fist in stomach,

Making me smile,

Forgot the routine,

For a while,

The punch thrown,

The crowd blew away,

This is they want,

All of them say,

Everything settles,

But nothing is same,

Mind satisfied,

Even without any fame,

Its worth everything,

Though just a game,

Living as hard I can,

The day may never come again…

“It’s only after that we have lost everything that we are free to do anything.”