Tag: visual storytelling

I love what pulls me away
and brings me back altered—
films, series, a stranger
stepping briefly into my life.
I call it childish.
I keep wanting.

Everything looks strong from the outside.
But what excites me
loosens the knot,
returns me to the self I forget.

Images were never escape.
They were love.
Cinema, television, music.

It isn’t the year that matters.
It’s the heat.
The recognition.
A painting in shadow.
A movie seen too late
and always known.