really reel - subtitles

As you get deeply engrossed in reel life ,the real blends into the reels. Watching oneself actively participate in a conversation and then as one draws out from the crowd something plays in your mind ..."indistinct murmur"...."crowd laughing"..."door creeks".."not talking.music playing"..."kids fighting"...."women gigling".......haunt you more than human voices . Echoing the ridicule of a meaningless life ...subtitles are not dependant on the voices of images on screen...voices that are muted one fine day... forever....and yet the .."indistinct murmur" continues...............

dream in between lives

cLose thy eyes. An image flashes. The reel of life stops. A canvas that comes to life in a realm where there's no light. no camera. no action. Frozen experiences..... are dreams that the soul nourishes .Dreams that spring to life when one is neither sleepy nor awake. Dreams that one wants to live.

Life that has been dead

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lustrous le vre'

mirrOr. faces. lipstick. women. While the hand daubs on the gateway to heaven the glossy shine bears witness to the pain that she hides within. as she moves her face from side to side the mirror smirks at the eyes keeping with itself something , only the two of them know in that solitary moment ...the darkest and the deepest secrets that shall never reveal till the glass soul is shattered.

art of smoking

The fate of a cigarrete being enlightened by another one lies in the intention of the smoker . which ones more enlightened..the one that gets it from the source or the one that gets the kiss of death from another one fated to be fagged ,starting its journey from lights to ephemeral ashes.