of heart

change in all things

Read a book. The covers are usually the ones that attract me. Packaging makes a big difference no? I like plain ones, black glossy ones. Preferably not hard cover because I dont like having the gap behind the bindings, or the flimsy paper cover that wont stay in place (as a matter of fact), but that doesnt matter because i am straying away from my intended metaphor. what was it again?

Ever wonder why films fade out into black screens (really I have no idea). This is a question by the way.

To me, all I see is a clear reflection. After a movie, after (closing a) book. The face of a person who has been too indulgent into fiction. I think that is what they do, blank out so you'd catch a brief glimpse of the face behind the mask, the face that longs for something more but never had the prospect. For maybe that 40 minutes, an hour or so, felt contented seeing the happy endings of non existence, because a part of me wants to believe that at every end of a rainbow lies a pot of gold.

Im not sure why im writing this or where I am going with it now, im looking at my notes and all i wrote was, Like watching a movie & when it goes blank, all you see is yourself. Then, I had a point to prove, now im just confused.

Thats that.

I decided to jump on my archives and this was what I found. 

The very same and exact thought had crossed my mind (multiple times) recently.

Sometimes I wonder who I am and who I am suppose to be. Sometimes I see or read of a character I can relate to but only to feel just as confused as soon as I close the book, my face starring back at me from the gloss of the wrapper.
Am I letting every good thing slip by ?

I just hope I do not disappoint.