It took getting lost in you
To find myself
Giants grasping for the sky
Cradled my heart at their feet
Anonymity my greatest freedom
Constraints I’d not imagined attached to my soul
Melted away
Running free
Unbridled dreams so big
They frightened even me
Letting go of this place I called home
Ushered in pain the likes of which I’d never known
Five years of anguish
As though mourning a lost lover
Gazing upon you now
I wonder if you remember me
The timid heart who spent hours transfixed by your beauty
Marveling at your artistry
Delicately fracturing every sunset
As if to say, this beauty is for you
Reminding me, in the midst of fear
Lay untold possibility
Knowing that no matter where I rest my head
My heart will always be with you
New York City on my mind
About the Creator
Spellbound (1945)
As part of my ongoing ambition to be a 1940s screenwriter, I have re-watched Hitchcock’s Spellbound. Of course, he is the master of suspense. During the 1940s and 1950s Hitchcock used his years of experience in the film industry to direct some of the most thrilling and frightening films of the era. They are full of heightened emotions, conflict and twisted plot-lines.
By Rachel Robbins3 days ago in Geeks
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