Shake it off. I need to spend a little time processing the movie I saw tonight: Let the Right One In. My mind is full of visions of forgotten children, forgotten bodies, dead bodies, BLOODY bodies. And in the midst of it all, love. Love that drips and burns and freezes and hides away in the dark. Love that has to fight to survive. Love that hungers for something more. Now, I am sitting in my poorly lit apartment trying to convince myself that I won't dream about her seemingly frail body and dark curls (not to mention the look in her eyes).
My last conversation of the evening lasted 4 minutes and 12 seconds - just long enough to say good night. Now it's time to shut off my brain and wonder what's real and what's unreal: head to pillow, eyes closed.
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