Its so hard to let go of film. Something you can hold, touch,smell. Something to stimulate your senses. This is a practice in control. This is a story. Every day encounters and text. I'll keep wishin.

Sunday, August 16, 2009


I could write of all the beautiful things writers always talk about
Seldom is it musical and I want to make music.
I have goosebumps although temperatures rise.
Beautiful things come and go and go and go and go

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