In the mood
Movies have the same lingering effect of perfume on me.
A spray of perfume follows you throughout the whole day like a hidden hitch-hiker, riding on your subconscious and colouring your mood like the background score in a movie.
After yesterday night I am now in the mood for languid, restrained movements and melancholy shapes. Life seems like a nebulous cloud of enigmatic emotions, blurred outlines and soft colours, where high-collared cheongsams grace elegant bodies and smoke tendrils rise slowly out of parted lips.
A spray of perfume follows you throughout the whole day like a hidden hitch-hiker, riding on your subconscious and colouring your mood like the background score in a movie.
After yesterday night I am now in the mood for languid, restrained movements and melancholy shapes. Life seems like a nebulous cloud of enigmatic emotions, blurred outlines and soft colours, where high-collared cheongsams grace elegant bodies and smoke tendrils rise slowly out of parted lips.
I don't watch movies, I experience them.
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