You remind me of a feeling, unexplained
Sometimes a film lingers in your thoughts
But only the pretentious call them films
Seldom do you give attention to your credits
A perfectionist hiding in some quiet nook
Talents shielded against a world of pain
Of judgement, of disappointment…
Time’s methodic hand keeps the beat
And you now scoff at happily ever afters
For what’s a fairytale to a tragedy?
Romanticizing an end of days as if
The answer lies in premature death
Dear, there’s nothing beautiful about that
Your feelings are valid, but you are not them
You are a mountain; they are the wind
You are an ocean; they are a wave
Sometimes an unexplained feeling is
A photo that hasn’t quite developed
They call ‘em moving pictures for a
Genuinely miraculous reason
Grace yourself with some credit
Your story deserves to unfold

© SK