Think of an apple. The crispness of the red sphere. The softness of the yellow. The red leather shining. Some can not see the apple, each mind is different than other. Blankness, like the darkness of a crows feather. The idea of an apple may appear. The concept of it maybe the words but an imagine has to be impossible. I catch a concept of the words said to me. It whispers of flakes of the picture of it. Reading allows whispers catch the wind. Each whispers carry’s something magical, emotional connection to a world that is not yours. Movies are not the same when you watch them first. You may see the whole story but as mist hits the ground different when there is something on your heart. In movies There is no truth, no life, no meaning in those story is told even if made up. As a book shows, even the whispers have something to tell. Going from whispers to the mist of the rain performing while hitting the ground showing what was or is or imagined. That’s the true beauty of the escape called entertainment. There may be power with the whispers of a book and the mist of a movie.
by Anxious_Permission60