And then I saw it... I saw the loneliness in his eyes, the unbridled rage that's waiting to break out, the love that he wants but knows that he can't have, the passion he feels but doesn't know what to do with it no matter what he does.
I've seen him walking around with nothing to say his whole life and he tries the best he can but he always gets shit back...
It was all full circle, nothing but a loop, the kind that Tom Cruise was stuck in in Edge of Tomorrow so the best he had to do to change that was to break it and he went his way instead without anyone with him
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Don Anderson II
Movies, memoirs, music lover, graduate of community college, and university
Quiet writer but I'm sure my stories from years ago are still of interest
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Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
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