Transcript of "How to be Alone" by Andrea Dorfman and Tanya Davis

Hello,

I was planning on doing something very productive related to information dissemination for the upcoming Sinulog 2013 event here in Cebu City. Unfortunately, I was thwarted by my medieval cathode ray tube of a PC monitor. It seems that it was overwhelmed with the resolutions of the pictures I wanted to screenshot (resulting to cropped images, at best).

So, the impulsiveness in me decided on a quick fallback plan: to create another transcript for a YouTube video.

Now, a little history I share with this video. I've seen this video during the times when I was at my bedrock. This brought me to surface, so to speak, and made me decide that wallowing around in self-pity and despair is not a good way to go. This was my catalyst, my junction in the long journey of my quarter-life crisis.

This is a video made by Andrea Dorfman, based on a poem of Tanya Davis. I hope you enjoy!

HOW TO BE ALONE 

by Tanya Davis, video by Andre Dorfman

If you are, at first, lonely, be patient.

Who will cry for the little boy?

Who will cry for the little boy,

lost and all alone?

Who will cry for the little boy,

abandoned without his own?

Who will cry for the little boy?

He cried himself to sleep.

Who will cry for the little boy?

He never had for keeps.

Who will cry for the little boy?

He walked the burning sand.

Who will cry for the little boy?

The boy inside the man.

Who will cry for the little boy?

He knows well hurt and pain.

Who will cry for the little boy?

He died and died again.

Who will cry for the little boy?

A good boy he tried to be.

Who will cry for the little boy,

who cries inside of me?

-Antwone Fisher

This Poem

There was once a boy

with darker skin

Circles round his eyes

much like his kin

Hair is all messed up

Handwriting's a blur

And a bit paranoid

when something will stir

He may look okay

He may look fine

But all the ruckus of the world

Is happening in his mind

He is confused of who he is

Unaware of his purpose

Feeling so insecure

His mind in a tempest

He feels as if he has

a lot of love to share

But when the giving starts

rejections fly though the air

This has been his life

for almost a decade

He has gotten used to it so much

he is up for an accolade

No one seems to be hurting

No one seems to be in pain

For if they knew what it was

They'd understand the strain

Person after person

who comes in his life

Always leaves not soon after

Leaving sadness and strife

All he that is with him

aside from the depression

Are the scars on his arm

and the seemingly silent oppression

Now alone in the house

with no one wanting to talk to him

Sits this sad little boy

pouring his heart on this poem