Silent Movie

Sometimes I feel when I’m with you that I’m in a silent movie spinning by faster than the pace at which most pretend to live life and yet moving slower than thought possible because of the lack of sound but with you words are not necessary instead I simply drink in your smile the perfect curve of your lips speaking happiness as if the words were inserted into the film as subtly as a place card of text and at that moment as the action of the film speeds more players are introduced buzzing around all flighty and comical and plotting yet I still see nothing but your smile that makes me desire naught but the eternal watching of this film that is life while the people with their white hats and villainous moustaches all so obviously being who they are black and white just like the colors associated with the film the glorious black and white outshone by the glory of your laugh sparkling like the beautiful bells you will never hear in a silent movie