That thin line

Was just doing some random browsing on the net and I came across this video. It’s called Reflections of a Skyline by Michael Tamman & Richard Jakes.

What so ever information I could find off the internet was that this was shot on on a rooftop in London over the period of one day by Michael Tamman & Richard Jakes. The text spoken is from Sarah Kane's play, Crave, which opened in London in 1998. While Crave was getting rave reviews, Sarah attempted suicide and finally succeeded on February 20, 1999. She was 28.

Anyhow, this video gave me something tangible to tell and show me that thin line between love and hate. It amazes me how we human are made. We can love someone so deeply one second and then hate him/her so badly the next.

Then again, why do we hate this person? Why do we even have feelings for this person anymore? Why do we even care? That person doesn’t matter to you anymore right?

Right?

Here's what they said:

And I want to play hide and seek, give you my clothes, tell you I love your shoes, sit on the steps while you take a bath. And massage your neck, kiss your face, and hold your hand, and go for a walk. And not mind when you eat my food. Meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day. Talk about your day. And laugh at your paranoia. I give you tapes you don't listen to. And watch great films; watch terrible films. And tell you about the TV program I saw the night before, and not laugh at your jokes.

I want you in the morning, but let you sleep in for awhile. Tell you how much I love your eyes, your lips, your neck, your ass. I sit on the steps smoking 'til your neighbors come home...I sit on the steps, smoking, till you come home, and worry when you're late -- and be amazed when you're early.

I give you sunflowers, and go to your party and dance. And be sorry when I'm wrong, and happy when you forgive me. I look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever. Hear your voice in my ear, feel your skin on my skin. And get scared when you're angry. I tell you you're gorgeous. And hug you when you're anxious, and hold you when you cry...want you when I smell you, and offend you when I touch you, and whimper when I'm next to you -- and whimper when I'm not. Smother you in the night, and get cold when you take the blanket, and hot when you don't. Melt when you smile; dissolve when you laugh. 

But not understand how you think I'm rejecting you -- when I'm not rejecting you! And wonder how you could think I'd ever reject you. And wonder who you are. But I accept you anyway.

I buy you presents you don't want, and take them away again. And ask you to marry me. And you say no, again. But I keep on asking because though you don't think I mean it -- I always have, from the first time I asked you.

I wander the city, thinking. Empty without you. But I want what you want and think I'm losing myself. But I'll tell you the worst of me, and try to give you the best of me, because you don't deserve any less. Answer your questions when I'd rather not, and tell you the truth when I really don't want to, and try to be honest because I know you prefer it. You think it's all over, but hang on for just ten more minutes -- before you throw me out of your life, forget who I am -- and let me try and get closer to you.

And somehow, somehow, somehow communicate some of the overwhelming, undying, overpowering, unconditional, all-encompassing, heart-enriching, mind-expanding, ongoing, neverending love...I have for you.