That scene in the movie,
of the two kids dancing to arecord player on the beach intheir underwear by the fireunder the stars Reminded me of someone from earlier
involuntary metaphor mapping
Four Thousand Miles
my phone lays silentas you fly through the airto a new countryto start a new chapter in your lifewhat will you see?what will you create?what will your story be?share it with meas I attempt to write my own
There’s this pain in my heart that just won’t go away
even though I want to speak to you I don’t know what to sayI wish that I could tell you exactly how I feelwish that you understood that what I feel for you is realcuz our story has not been terminatedwe’re just living our lives separatedit’s hard to understand why wechanged to you and mebut […]
Nothing is clear at the end
focus.
you told me that my voice would be heard
and though I have no belief in prophecies-convincing utterances-your assurance is appreciated.it’s been a long time since mywaking dreams have beenfantasticwonderfulhopefulI have so little of thatso, regardless of your intentions,thanks,it helped.Why did those words help?Or, the real question,why do your words help?is it our agreed temporality?(facades still impress upon us)is it your conviction?(say anything convincingly […]
There was nothing
In my dream I could paint
the consequence more illustriousthan the originala glorious magnificent representation even I was shocked at theprecision of my depiction why was it youI chose to showmy fantastic achievement tois lost in my subconscious the circinate strokes were blacksurrounding a nucleic absenceset against an ominous backdrop I don’t knowwhy you were thereor whether you caredI don’t know […]
