Eternal Sunshine

She seemed to understand his pain, which was good. Sam let his chin be tilted up, looked into her eyes...then his brows furrowed instantly at her suggestion. But he didn't argue. Not yet. For a moment he considered it...would that be for the best? Never having to face this pain again? Never having to have his heart reach out into the darkness desperately only to be spurned..? Sam could see why The Voice had suggested it, despite his initial shock. However, it did not take him long to start shaking his head. "No..I..I don't think I'd like that. It was still...wonderful, sometimes, before it hurt. Maybe if there's someone else in the future, they could be...better? Less dangerous for me? I wouldn't want to lose that choice." Samuel Well he's torn himself to pieces and each night he feels the itch To grab the needle, thread and scalpel. He'll gather, slice and stich And he'll build a brand new person where the current person sits Until he's nothing but a patchwork of other people's greatest hits