mood: drawn
music: 'o relógio' by os mutantes
do you ever feel like you're in a movie, dear imaginary interwebbed readers?
today is one of those days.
when you see a tragic hero, on his dying breaths, slumped in a corner with the blood of the villain on his collar and his face, lighting a cigarette. and the world could be over. as far as any of us know it ends right after the last camera leaves his storyline for finished.
it's the appeal of a spaghetti western flashback. in an old rickety chair, in an old rickety saloon, in an old rickety voice, retelling the days of glory or bloodshed or both.
and herein lies my daydream delusions. the one where i grab a perfect stranger, sit them down, and tell them my life story. every detail to the number of fillings in my mouth or the kind of , and every single one attended to.
but it's rare to find that kind of thing, even in the friends i already have. but then again, what are dreams for?
1 comment:
*i always feel like my life is some kind of weird movie and sometimes i dont know if i am one of the actors or trying to be the director...but anyways just letting you kno that not aLL of ur readers "dissapeared". there might an occational stop-by-to-see-how you're doing kind of reader still around. miss u
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