Flashbulb of a Thought

Genre: Work in Progress, Series

movies end because the spool can only hold so much; it's our misconception that things can fade out, happen in slow motion. the only music that will ever play as you gently caress my cheek is the stuff you put on your itunes. it's the beginning that feels so intrinsically comfortable, so unsentimentally sentimental as it is happening. it feels like slow motion; it's the closest thing you'll ever get. the only real ending is this.

you and i will die. you and i will die. you and i will die.

now. think about that beginning.