In My Minds Eye, It’s Always Raining
Silence is my own worst enemy; that’s when the memories return, and I my mind’s eye, it’s always raining. Nostalgia is my muse, my worst critic, my heartbreak, and my toxic addiction, faded memories softly spoken with bated breath. My life flashes before my eyes on a regular basis, much like the home movies I never had, but always wanted.
Why don’t you make movies now?
I have some plans in the works to do just that.