Bathed in city night lights. Blurred faces. Cliches of cinematic landscapes that somehow still manage to instill a chill in my lonesome bones. We become our own movie. Mine is a sub-genre of romance: abandonment and a longing for your starry eyes.

*picture: from cinematic photograph series by David Yeung (http://ddvee.blogspot.com/2012/12/photographyinspiration-cinematic-street.html)

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