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The Cinema Of You
"Life is like a movie that you can not stop watching. Because you want to be there when the credits are rolling, the lights switch back on, and the screen becomes black."
Her Forest Gump mentality allowed me to believe in innocence and mercy once again.
In the world she was born into, she was safe and sound inside her charm and knowledge.
She would always tell me there was a snake near by when the sun sizzled the earth.
Torrid weather sounded like a rattle snake that was ready to attack.
We would spend the day, searching for a play toy for her baby brother.
Late nights resting in the grass she would play connect the dots with her thumb, creating images that I could only hope to one day imagine.
Her family talked often to mine, in the shelter of the porch.
Her mother's lipstick stained the wet glass as she sipped brandy that she insisted was tea.
I would shut my eyes and listen to the ice clink and I would open them to watch as she would peel the napkin away from the glass and place it on her fore head.
When the sweat would fall from her brow and cling to her nose, I knew she had too much to drink.
I frowned every time, she took her daughter from my grasp and piled her into the car.
She never hurt her, and the child, in return, never screamed.
Only waved goodbye and pressed her hand against the window, hoping to feel my hand there.
She was the best part of the movie.
