Crash

There are words, there are sounds, there are actions and there is you and me. With my words, I persuade you to believe in me. With my sounds, I make you feel for me. With my actions, I make you succumb to my illusion.

I am every cliche you hear. I am every truth you believe. I am standing next to you, always. Even when I am oceans away, you will feel me, breathing down your neck.

There are words, there are sounds, there are actions, and there is everyone. Dressed in flowers and painted with makeup, they are ready to take the stage. They are ready to put on the show of your life... the show that is your life.

Sometimes I feel like I am not real. Sometimes I feel like each step I take is unimportant. So I convince myself that I am relative to you. I am what you make of me.

Paint me a picture, write me a song. Fill me with your touch. Fill me with your reality. And I will fill you with mine. Tread carefully though, for there might be gaping holes for you to see through. They are because of my downfalls. They are the birth of new knowledge. Knowledge about you through the eyes of me.

There have been many before you, and there will be many after. And you may come to wonder what the point of these lead words are. You may wonder why you smile for me everyday when I walk past you in the hallway. You may wonder how it is possible to fill an empty basin with more emptiness. You may wonder about the reason for this reality.

I cannot give you the answer to that in words. I cannot give you the answer in sounds. I cannot give you the answer in actions. But look at me. Concentrate on me. Look at yourself. Close your eyes and look at everyone. Touch them.


"It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something."

-Paul Haggis, Crash (2004)