A chameleon in retrospect, a silver ocean, little images of the world around. A careful knot tied in place to hold a burden too heavy. The sky is the limit for those who fly, while mortals love the ground.
Do you talk about digital film, little grooves etched on donuts? Are you a Luddite who enjoys the taste of chemicals under infrared lights? Clothepins and fishing line, stills in each and every.
Not all imaginary friends are fleeting, nor are all memorable. Rare are few who aren't glassy and transparent, with depth and creativity. Talents and loves, heartbeats and lungs.
Your reflection blinks. A mirror shattered. Inside a little box, I put my questions unanswered.
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