Some days I don’t want to leave the cinema I sit dead centre, hope the screen will fill my field of vision, each speaker will cover my ears in numbing sound allowing thrills and broken hearts of others’ made up tales to supplant my own for two hours and change
The dark holds me anonymous, lets me depart and drift, try on the moods in lost safety so when credits roll choked tears and shiny blisses are returned, rewound, reset for what comes next