Reflections on Writing
Restless rain that dances over the pavement in ways I can’t describe
Haphazard like my words across this page
Do they have meaning
Or is meaning derived by your reading
Am I speaking?
Surely, but do you hear me?
Or do you read into these suggestions
A narrative already formed
Can we be open enough
To listen without prejudice
Or do we always bring a sense
Of history and our own hopelessness
Do we stand on our own merit
Or are we throttled by overused
Language from the mouths of masters
Long dead but still living
In our head
Thoughts
My love of Paris was solidified by watching Amelie back in 2002. It inspired me in so many ways. It’s an amazing fantastical film grounded in real places that you can visit and take a picture of.
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