I played the song again. “mental boy”
by Thomas Newman. It’s just a piano piece.
No words.
it’s from a movie.
yet now… each time I listen to it… what I see in my mind,
isn’t the images of the movie.
it’s me… softly pushing your hair back from your face.
in the silence of the night.
with the colour of the room, aching the dark blue wash of night-time.
bek next to us… looking slightly ‘mummified’.
but it wasn’t a cheap moment.

it initiated something I can’t explain.


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