• vincecarre 23w


    I watched her hair flip in the breeze. My eyes couldnt turn away. I was frozen in time; the car kept moving.

    I watch it over-over, as the lights turn on whilest i watch, telling me to leave, but the films mezmorizing. Within the white cinema i watch; the light's could also be a signal from the heaven's to enjoy it. Completely....

    tiny angel's flow through my mind, picking up the film, as my chair spirals with the film, and i reach a eurphoric sense.

    But... the film has an ending, the joy i felt, must stop. The film turns upwards...