Closed Captions, A Film About Learning Self-Love
In the midst of all my wrong choices, I stumbled upon great places, making dreams come true and creating memories for a lifetime. I know — I screwed up but if this is what screwing up does, I'm excited to teach myself better and see what the right choices are going to bring me. But, you know, I shouldn’t be too positive — I have to stay real. I keep telling this to myself, but I’m not sure if being super positive is going to lift me up or bring me down in the end.
Beneath this introspection, a mirror reflects “self-improvement”. Telling me to focus on sculpting a masterpiece of my soul. I have been — or tried to be — the best version of myself for people; never for myself. I should’ve given myself the credit more, valued myself, honored myself, see myself within; loved her deeply as she loved everything that blinded her.
Should I love her like the right choices would?
Strangely, comfort has caught me in my unhappiness. I see the colors of regret staining my passion towards loving myself. The awareness of knowing the steps to take is giving me peace of mind. Or maybe I am getting used to being on my own. Looking back at summer, the warmth is empty without the smiles and the brightness of being present in some souls turned into dark nights; but I will only be a fool to follow the clouds than to let the sun warm me up now.
Can I turn back time and rewrite the pages?
Sometimes, life feels like I was placed in a game. I am in a paper town; a town that is pretty but lacks authenticity, the flavors of food are missing, the sensation is distant and the presence is not present. Maybe this is the reason I am fearless in places that feel like paper; where harm and pain remains distant. It’s a game. It’s a fantasy.
Do I come out a winner or a loser?
Beneath this introspection, a mirror reflects “self-improvement”. Telling me to focus on sculpting a masterpiece of my soul. I have been — or tried to be — the best version of myself for people; never for myself. I should’ve given myself the credit more, valued myself, honored myself, see myself within; loved her deeply as she loved everything that blinded her.
Should I love her like the right choices would?
Strangely, comfort has caught me in my unhappiness. I see the colors of regret staining my passion towards loving myself. The awareness of knowing the steps to take is giving me peace of mind. Or maybe I am getting used to being on my own. Looking back at summer, the warmth is empty without the smiles and the brightness of being present in some souls turned into dark nights; but I will only be a fool to follow the clouds than to let the sun warm me up now.
Can I turn back time and rewrite the pages?
Sometimes, life feels like I was placed in a game. I am in a paper town; a town that is pretty but lacks authenticity, the flavors of food are missing, the sensation is distant and the presence is not present. Maybe this is the reason I am fearless in places that feel like paper; where harm and pain remains distant. It’s a game. It’s a fantasy.
Do I come out a winner or a loser?
