[This is a piece written at Tony and Steve's creative writing class at Fuel last Saturday somewhat inspired by watching 'A single man' the night before. An ace film.]
I heard you singing 'Somewhere over the rainbow' and I welled up inside. You weren't there of course but I heard your voice, honest. It was so you - right down to how you dropped an octave when you couldn't reach the top notes in the chorus.
Now Jonathon tells me that this is all dosh, that I am making it up or hearing voices, that you are dead, dead, dead and that I should bloody well accept it and move effing on.
I can't ... and I wont.
It's not the end of the story for me, just a new phase, a whole new chapter, a new book - the 4th in the trilogy if you like.
Look we create our own reality right? We each live in our own reality right? And if your reality and mine coincide that could be good, - or not. So in my reality you are singing.
And in your reality?
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oooh, synchronicity. I've just read this and I got 'A Single Man' out of the library the other day, I hope to watch it soon.
Thank you for the perspective on creating reality. I was familiar with the idea, but I've just seen a different nuance of this from reading your post and am now wondering all over again... might write about it soon.
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