The world as you see it
Picture by picture, frame by frame
A word, a picture, a thought, and you are hooked. Someone says something about star signs and within seconds you are talking about star constellations, as if there was nothing else. You say you´ve read about it somewhere. Glowing eyes, passion in your voice and a smile that you couldn´t stop yourself from if you noticed it. And after everything disapeared for a moment except your stars, you notice someone looking at you. Of course. What else could it be. That person must think you are completely insane. Don´t bother everyone with your ideas! Who cares about those? And suddenly everything is gone. The glow in your eyes, the smile, the excitement in your voice.
Maybe you are just someone that looks at everything with fascination and passion and I someone that looks at people that view the world with spirited exuberance and draws all her joy from it. Or maybe I´m just right and you are just interesting. Doesn´t always have to be this complicated, does it?
Someone who sees the world through your eyes shouldn´t take the chance of those that in desperate search for even just a little part of the world hidden from them, unavoidably stay unsuccessful in seeing even a fragment of the overwhelming euphoria that they may never touch upon.
Tell your stories for those that can´t live them. I hope one day you´ll follow your dream of filmmaking and show people your world picture by picture, frame by frame.
I - in any case - will keep the privileg of listening to one story of yours after the next for as long as we´ll know eachother.
About the Creator
S. Gabriela Heitzinger
I'm a filmmaker from Vienna who loves to do literally anything artsy. From drawing and painting to music to arts and crafts to screenwriting to... I also love to write:) AND read ;) thanks for stopping by <3
Insta: @gabshxtshow
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It´s like looking for yellow cars, thinking there aren´t any. So, you look for them and suddenly you see them all around. You think everybody is happy and in love. You have this foolish romantic notion, that others - that I - just need to open my eyes and then we´ll magically find it, but to me it is painfully obvious that though there are plenty yellow cars around mine is still grey. I just choose not to take obsessive note of every single shiny, yellow middlefinger of a car rolling by.
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Very nicely done. Nobody should hide their light under a bushel basket. Lovely work.
a lovely tribute to someone special. I still sense the sadness approaching grief, however. Maybe it's just me...