Violent ends have violent beginnings.
And in their triumph - they die.
Like fire and powder
- consume as they kiss.
Why can’t my face reach the ground?
Every time you’re gone,
I see the sands drifting me away.
Wave after wave,
pulling me back into a sea smoke of love.
Asking myself, what madness is this?
When you left, you stripped me bare.
Like an arrow piercing through my heart,
I can only see you, yet a trace.
Like a huntsman giving chase, you escape.
Fearless as you fly - my heart trembles.
Within this book, love is passed on.
From fate, from glory, and from time.
Strange as a beast - so wild quenching my thirst.
Like a pulse of blood, circling behind a bruise.
Pain is the only proof that you were real
- that all these were.
After tables turn and lessons learned,
every tick of the clock is just a dream.
Yet a dream my come as we pass by one another,
like fire and powder, consume - as we kiss.
INTERNATIONAL FASHION FILM AWARDS
Nominated for Best Director, Cinematography, Art Direction and Music
07.24.15 | 17:00 - 21:00
Museum of Contemporary Arts, San Diego
700 Prospect St., La Jolla, CA