Une Histoire de Deux Amants
The final piece of the puzzle, a slow falling into realization; awakening in a world where rainbows are black and white, tinted with shades of grey.
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Sad rhetoric from the couple plastered on the screen, a melancholic comedy filmed through the pitter-pattering of curious acquaintances, all wrapped up in a tempest wrought from the foundations of societal conventions.
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Like a noir-esque film, the drab shades of this world are painted only by the colorless drops of rain, the perpetual drizzle that refuses to depart, that run parallel to the metaphorical tears of the protagonists.
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Whilst the silent one, bound to his oath, watches on with hopeless despair, like she, he knows the ending of this sad tale. With bullet like speed, much too recent since the beginning, the reel seemingly reaches its end.
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The empty theater with its flickering blank gray screen is accompanied only by the hollow clicking of the projector’s wheels, never halting, waiting only for the end to this tale or the beginning of the next.
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This post is dedicated to the tale of two friends, who are still resolving the conclusion to their newly penned chapter.
I can only offer and advise optimism to their situation
posted by Noir @ 3:45 AM
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