What cinema runs through the eyes of your mind? Video killed the radio star, and our imaginative millions of blood fed celluloid tales we held conscious interpreting the music. Nevermind. Do they pass your mind? Flickering when fluoride hits your teeth or dark your eyes? Pictures of Lily, or some person you’ll never have? I had a woman living in my head like that once. Actually, several have squatted transient.
I ended up with her.
And down without her.