I have no idea why I clicked on this video. I searched for The Black Hole because I needed it for another post and then this title just blew into my retina. I said okay, what it can be about? Oh, come on, it can't be that bad! No, I'm sure he doesn't literally takes off his skin, it has to be some kind of metaphor. - It wasn't.
I mean I have kinda strong stomach but now it felt like it turned out and begged me to let it jump out. I felt my skin like I never felt it before and I felt it like it was so, so sensitive and it was hurt and burning. I felt what it feels like to be covered in blood all day, I felt what it feels like when clothes touches your pure and naked and uncovered flesh.
They were eating dinner and I felt what it feels like to grab the fork.
They had sex and I wanted to shout to that women to let him go, be careful with your nails, please stop it, stop scratching his back, it hurts, hurts, hurts. Stop scratching.
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| From the short film "He took his skin off for me" directed by Ben Aston, written by Maria Hummer |
At first sight I thought it takes place in another dimension where it is totally normal and socially accepted to take off your skin but the film shows us details that confute this thesis. It's absolutely not easy and normal in that world, however, they handle someone who's lost his skin just like someone who's lost his right leg. People reject him for being different, friends stare stupidly because they can't deal with the change and life gets harder and a bit sadder.
Through the biological changes I felt - and through this is totally sick and mad - I felt other things as well. I could understand him. It was so clear - the girl was happy, he made her happy - it was written in the eyes of the girl. The silent smiles and sighs said everything. It was real love, because the guy sacrificed himself. It was real love because the girl supported him in everything after he took off his skin. It was real love because one of the lovers suffered.
I haven't watched the explanation video for a reason; I wanted to think about it.
It tells me something like that: I suffered for you because I wanted you to be happy and you wanted me to do it. I did suffer for you with no questions if it's wrong or right, I haven't even thought about not doing it. It was hard, very very hard but I never thought about changing my mind not even the hardest times.
But this suffering changed me.
I'd like to be the same as I was before but now this is me and I can't, I can't be that person no more. I'm not happy anymore. I feel lonely. You haven't really changed and my feeling about you haven't really changed I just want you to be like me so I never be alone ever again. I want you to feel what I feel so than you will be able to completely understand me.
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