Credits
The credits rolland the faint scent of caramalised popcorn keeps itself busy on your fingertipsand the mood of the film lingers in the theatre like an ancient ghost unable to pass onthe lights churn back on as if they had never been offeveryone files out hurridly as if coaxed back into reality by the gradual brightnening of the lightsthe film had ended and with it their fantasies. With my feet still pressing against the seat infrontI dream to live and die like Romeo and Juliet in three days time just like them I'm missing something I've never donelike swimming at the beach on a starry nightreminicing a time where I migh've fallen for a strangerwishing on a star that isn't shooting past.