Whirling

-Whirling-

20 minutes into Omar’s whirling….

The Voice (playfully): Oh… it’s you again…
Omar (livid): You know this attitude isn’t exactly helpful; we have things to talk about!
The Voice: Excuse me?! Reality check!
Omar: I know exactly who you are; I know exactly what I am saying.
The Voice: Mmm… and all this time I thought I was the one who knew things.
Omar: Im starting to doubt that!
The Voice: I am so good at what I do! My handiwork is never short of phenomenal! You see, I love it when you fuck up like this; we sit here through your lies knowing that you wouldn’t even be here if you believed what you just said to be true! I love it! I’m so good!
Omar: We? Who’s we? You mean me and you?
The Voice: Actually I meant you and I…
Omar: I don’t believe you’re having fun with this! You know what you’ve done! You’re a tyrant, you are unjust, unfair.
The Voice: You revolve around yourself for a living!
Omar: I thought I was talking to you, I thought that is what I lived for!
The Voice: you do, and you think that you did.
Omar: Oh so now you’re doubting me!
The Voice: Ah…you’ve always been doubtful, only now I think you’re the one doubting me.
Omar: You better believe I am! And for good reason!
The Voice: Ya don’t say!
Omar: I….I…I gave you my whole life!
The Voice: and now you think that was yours to give?! And what do you want, a thank you note?!
Omar: Fuck you!
The Voice: I am patience, I am tolerance.
Omar: You are a tyrant! A cruel killer!
The Voice: yes… I am that too…
Omar: So you confess!
The Voice: I am who I am…
Omar: I never sought anything but love, never gave anything but love!
The Voice: yes, yes…I am that too…
Omar: I demand retribution!
The Voice: Amongst countless other skills, I am also capable of boredom…
Omar: She was only 12, 12 years old!
The Voice: When did this become about her?
Omar: What? Who else? FUCK! You know that you know!
The Voice: I also know that I know that you don’t know…
Omar: No! You don’t get to be condescending this time!
The Voice: see… it’s not about her, it’s about you...
Omar: ME? It’s about me?! The food that I eat is for you! I sleep for you and I wake for you! I love no one like I love you! You are merciless in your greed! I gave up all the world and you gave her away from me!
The Voice: I took her away you meant.
Omar: You GAVE her away! She’s been taken from me, even if you took her, you are not the one I loved, you gave her away to your malice while I only looked at your splendor.
The Voice: and now you are here to fight for her?!
Omar: I demand justice…for her!
The Voice: don’t you think she’s a bit out of your league by now?
Omar: she’s mine! She was only 12…she’s gone…
The Voice: hence…
Omar: stop toying with me! You know what! This life! I didn’t even choose it!
The Voice: mmm…yes and no…
Omar: I was brought up to be this way! I didn’t choose to believe! Maybe you’re just a figment of my imagination!
The Voice: yes…I am that…
Omar: so you’re not so almighty after all!
The Voice: Actually, I am that too…
Omar: why did you take her? How could you?!
The Voice: I do what I do…
Omar: you are the smallest I have ever seen you!
The Voice: oh…that’s due to the distance, objects tend to seem smaller the further you are from them…
Omar: I am stronger than I’ve ever been!
The Voice (bored): fascinating…
Omar: you’re just a figment of my imagination, I can cancel your existence!
The Voice: maybe I’ll have a nap this afternoon…
Omar: You cause me all this pain, you take away my loved ones, and you don’t even give a shit!
The Voice: Aha! So it’s about your pain after all!
Omar: she is all I had!
The Voice: you called her Faith…
Omar: Faith was all I had…
The Voice: You see, even personified as a figment of your imagination, a voice that you think you hear, I do not pity you…
Omar: Why are you being so cruel?!
The Voice: I have bigger fish to fry…
Omar: What about me? What should I do now?!
The voice: you created me! You tell me!
Omar: I thought you were the one who created me and everything!
The Voice: it’s a give and take situation…
Omar: should I cry?
The Voice: I am your tears.
Omar: when will this end?
The Voice: When my grapes are ripe they scream with sweetness.
Omar: I will hurt for eternity…
The Voice: don’t flatter yourself…
Omar: will I ever know?
The Voice: hey… you can always keep asking…
Omar: and her beautiful face?
The Voice: I am her beautiful face.
Omar: I want to always see it.
The Voice: depends on how much work you can put into that…
Omar: I want to always see it.
The Voice: I know.
Omar: I am tired, I am so weak…
The Voice: I’ve never seen you stronger.

- Omar staggers and falls, his white garment around him as he kneels and cries openly…

* This is a little scene I wrote for a play reading circle I used to go to a couple of months back, I thought I would share it since it doesn't seem that much else will be done with it anytime soon... Enjoy!