Fiona Ella

sometimes my brain and my body
don't listen to each other. 
sometimes on the most innocuous of days, 
my body gets a message from my brain and mixes it up
and adrenaline starts to pump

i remember england. 
mostly right now i remember my dormitory: 
a little place with an insufficient fan, 
blackout curtains that opened onto a courtyard
and when the sun was out it was too hot to keep them closed

it had been an early morning that we left nobber--getting up in the dawn that felt like it should be blue but was instead already tinged gold by the premature sun, packing up our things and brushing teeth in a hurry only to undo all that work when we

There's a smell the world gets
especially inside my house
when the temperatures rise and the snow melts
and the ground starts to breathe
and our windows get cracked open for the first time. 

the world's shields come down at night. 
in the day when you drive down the road, 
everyone's walls are up,
sealed-off lives passing each other
never intersecting. 
when dark falls the walls fall down

this is the most recent draft of the pilot script to the series i've been working on. it's been through a lot of evolutions, i posted a show bible a while back (find that here for background information).