This is the actual Cinematic Read (CRead) of Angel. Not in all it's glory because it isn't on a big screen tv with the volume WAY up, but it's not bad. Thanks to YouTube for hosting.
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Tuesday 7 September 2010
Friday 3 September 2010
A Letter Of Love
Gush gush gush.
Or practice, you know, because I can't write noir all the time and sooner or later I might have to express a character with emotional depth greater than intense sarcasm.
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I lie here in the cold grass staring at the sky, I can feel the dampness beneath me soaking to my skin but I am unconcerned. I am otherwise occupied, always occupied. I am counting the stars, searching the heavens.
I am looking for a place where a star might be missing for I can see no way that such radiance could be bourne of this cold and unforgiving earth. One must be missing for you to be here now for truly only the deepest heavens could nuture such terrifying radiance, such unyielding promise as that I see within your soul.
The ghosts of a million broken dreams, spectres of a past lacking and incomplete are chased away by the luminescence of your tenderness, by the slightest curve of your smile, the softness behind your eyes. All the wrongs of the world, the darkness and despair and hopelessness of the long cold day, those dread thoughts of being alone all are banished by the glory that is the promise of one kiss of your lips.
I see a rightness in your being here, that somehow the world and myself would be for the worse without you, yet deep in my heart I feel that it should not be so. Surely if you are here then some forsaken and lost part of this infinite universe is denied your sublime light, that they must suffer so that we, so that I may know, that I may learn how to ache for something so divine that I will struggle for words.
My soul cannot contain itself in its desire that you should be with me, my body feels drawn and quartered, no longer my own, destitute and weakened without you, needing only to be embraced by the beauty of above and be forever healed.
Angel of the stars, I burn for you in this cold grass, looking up, seeking you out.
For you are eternity.
My heart.
My desire.
My wonder.
Or practice, you know, because I can't write noir all the time and sooner or later I might have to express a character with emotional depth greater than intense sarcasm.
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I lie here in the cold grass staring at the sky, I can feel the dampness beneath me soaking to my skin but I am unconcerned. I am otherwise occupied, always occupied. I am counting the stars, searching the heavens.
I am looking for a place where a star might be missing for I can see no way that such radiance could be bourne of this cold and unforgiving earth. One must be missing for you to be here now for truly only the deepest heavens could nuture such terrifying radiance, such unyielding promise as that I see within your soul.
The ghosts of a million broken dreams, spectres of a past lacking and incomplete are chased away by the luminescence of your tenderness, by the slightest curve of your smile, the softness behind your eyes. All the wrongs of the world, the darkness and despair and hopelessness of the long cold day, those dread thoughts of being alone all are banished by the glory that is the promise of one kiss of your lips.
I see a rightness in your being here, that somehow the world and myself would be for the worse without you, yet deep in my heart I feel that it should not be so. Surely if you are here then some forsaken and lost part of this infinite universe is denied your sublime light, that they must suffer so that we, so that I may know, that I may learn how to ache for something so divine that I will struggle for words.
My soul cannot contain itself in its desire that you should be with me, my body feels drawn and quartered, no longer my own, destitute and weakened without you, needing only to be embraced by the beauty of above and be forever healed.
Angel of the stars, I burn for you in this cold grass, looking up, seeking you out.
For you are eternity.
My heart.
My desire.
My wonder.
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