What Is It That Haunts You? Is it something you did, or something you wish you had done? A moment passed, never to be lived again. An action taken, the wrong choice made. Let me tell you about Johanna. The way he sees her, the way he remembers: the one that got away, true love, never to be found again. Your heart is broken, but you go on. Your friends lift you up, if you're lucky enough to have such good friends: they come around and console you; they talk with you and sit with you; they are there with you, silently, as you cry. Time heals all wounds, or so many people say, but maybe some wounds can never be healed. A trip to Europe, just because your friends suggest it, just because you need something to get your mind off it, and maybe it will help you move on: a change of scenery; new people, new places; Amsterdam, France, The Bay of Biscay; surfing and sitting around campfires; Brad playing his guitar; Dash, reading and writing. You, hearing the songs she used to play. The lines she used to sing. Sweet, sweet music. Sweet, sweet tenderness. Maybe, now, and forever. You and I. You weep some and you look at yourself in the mirror, as if some answer might be found there in your eyes, and you tell yourself that this is just the way of grief, the way of loss, the way of letting go, but then, then, then you see her: Johanna, with her beautiful red hair. Is it her? Just a glance, a woman walking in the distance, then moving out of sight. It couldn't be her, that's what you tell yourself, but then you see her again: this time on a subway car, just pulling away. Maybe you're losing your mind. These visions of Johanna, haunting you. When you see her the next time, you can't help but to chase her. Running into the street, dodging traffic. Johanna! Johanna! Again, she slips away. Who is this woman, and why does Cal keep seeing her, and why can't he catch her? What was their relationship, and what is it that happened that tore them apart? A tale of love, loss, regret, and one man's quest for forgiveness, long after you've heard this story, you will continue to be haunted by, Visions of Johanna. (this story is written in SCREENPLAY format)
About the Author: I write because of the fragility of our existence. I write because it's my answer to impermanence. I write because it helps me stay connected to my heart. I write because we're all different, and so much the same. I write because the world needs more tenderness. I write because I'm tired of secrets. I write because it's my path to redemption. I write because I've forsaken those that I love. I write because I want to know myself. I write because I want to know you. I write because I'm drawn towards things I shouldn't do. I write because every flower is meant to bloom. I write because life is full of paradoxes. I write because I've had to leave friends behind. I write because it's my form of prayer. I write because, when I write, I lose track of time. I write because I've walked dark streets looking for love. I write because of the way the sublime slips away from words. I write because of the twice shy part of once burned. I write because it helps me learn. I write because there are plenty of people who have written, famous well-published people, literary figures, literary giants, and I didn't like what they wrote. I write because I'm always telling myself stories anyhow. I write because I don't know all of the reasons I write.