Film
By Gina Dawson |
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So many dreams up there. All bits and pieces of us. Proud, angry, assuming. A belief in something bigger than us all. A fear of being alone/ Held captive for eternity amongst the stars. The nights burn brighter. Lights are winking, winking on fire. Burning imprints on the delicate celluloid raised across our minds. Offbeat, strange, an oddity. Attractive in a loop-de-loop clumsy pup way. We switch ourselves up there. You are me and I am you are all of ourselves come together. And as always we end up in the here and now alone. |